ALL THIS TIME we thought Sam Hinkie was holed up somewhere outside of San Jose in a colony with other shunned geniuses, occasionally surfacing at snooty coffee shops like a hipster version of a mythical monster.
The Loch Ness Hinkie.
Sam-squatch.
But no.
Apparently, Hinkie never even left the 215. All along he was hiding in plain sight down in South Philly at One NovaCare Way. He'd holed up in a basement bunker from which, for the last few months, he's been guiding Howie Roseman.
He emerged Thursday, blinking and pale, and took over the war room.