Throughout his first four seasons as the 76ers’ head coach, Brett Brown wore whatever public face, adopted whatever public pose a franchise that had committed to bottoming out needed him to take, and somehow, most of them, if not all, were sincere.
During The Process’ darkest days, when the Sixers were losing four games for every one they won over a three-year stretch, Brown often emerged from the postgame locker room looking as wrung-out as a damp dishtowel. He understood what he’d signed up for when Sam Hinkie hired him, but knowing that a hammer is on its way to the back of your head every night doesn’t necessarily ease the pain.