Over the last couple of years, I’ve felt Chris Matthews shriveling. I still admire him and respect him. I mean, relative to the ridiculous wink-nudge softball practiced by his colleagues such as Tim Russert, he’s still a strong political journalist. But he’s faded over the years – he’s become gentler, sipping up guests’ talking points, playing kiss-up, and generally disappointing those of us who are outraged at the media’s willingness to let officials repeat the same two-cent brain-candy soundbites without challenge. Over the years he’s seemed to have fallen into the beltway journalist trap.
But tonight I saw the old Chris Matthews, and I liked it.