It’s 2010. Or maybe it’s 2011.
Either way, it’s a long day of fall camp on West Virginia Wesleyan College’s tiny campus in Buckhannon, a town of less than 6,000 people in the upper middle region of the state.
And here’s Matt Barnes, looking down at a giant bin of nasty-smelling jerseys and grass-stained practice pants that weighs at least 400 pounds. Or maybe it’s 500 pounds.
Either way, Barnes is looking at this bin right now, wondering something along the lines of, What the hell am I doing here?
That question is one that just about every coach ponders at some point in his career, especially during the dog days of grinding away at the lower levels of the profession.