I remember standing in a media scrum in the bowels of AMI Stadium and watching Hammett hang off Robbie Deans' shoulder, back when that Crusaders coach had the Midas touch, and carefully watching Deans' reaction to every question fired from the Fourth Estate and his subsequent smooth response.
That's the man behind the camera for you a bloke who lives this game, knows this game and I hope, even now, still loves this game.
So I bring a little sentimentality to bear against the sharpest of the criticism the worst of the vitriolic and partisan voices calling for his head on a spike.
Hurricanes CEO James Te Puni is earning every red-cent of his salary, standing behind Hammett and categorically stating his coach will not be fired during this campaign.
Whatever is felt internally from individuals, there is no campaign that could survive that much upheaval at the top from a mid-season bloodletting cut Hammett loose now and perhaps prepare for the wooden spoon.
Tonight against the Cheetahs, he has handed Chris Smylie a rare opportunity at No9, given Ardie Savea a chance to prove himself at openside, and asked Alapati Leiua to step into the shoes of Cory Jane.
There are problems he doesn't own a well-oiled machine and like any determined mechanic he is tinkering, experimenting, and hoping the spare parts he has will fire up the engine he wants.
But like any mechanic, he can't race the machine himself.
It will be the leadership of 100th cap-earning Conrad Smith, Dane Coles getting control of the lineout, Beauden Barrett finding the gaps and Ben Franks winning the cleanout which will dictate if this franchise can turn itself around in 80 minutes.
And it will be all on them come kickoff, because by then Hammett will have done all he can do.