Once again, a finely crafted phrase which leaves the recipient clueless as to whether he has been praised or insulted. With that kind of tact and diplomacy, it’s easy to understand how you became Tribune of Medium. (See how that works?)
I’m afraid that my nickname would not be voiced over the air, unless the station likes paying massive FCC fines.
Seeing as how this long form shaggy dog joke got more applause from you than my in-depth analysis of three NBA teams, I will be officially retiring from serious sports reporting.
I have to say, imagining the inner recesses of Brad Stevens’ dark side was so entertaining. I guess if I make myself laugh, that’s all that counts.
BTW, I reread my last hot take on the Lakers, and it was too delusional even for me. I cut out all the woulda coulda shoulda’s and framed it as more of a look at how many wins they might earn going forward. It’s still delusional, but since it looks at future results instead of changing the past, it now exists in the realm of possibility.
Enjoy the weekend!