I listened to all forty-five minutes of Sam Presti’s press conference and in all honesty didn’t learn anything I didn’t already know. The highlight for me was the Teddy Roosevelt quote from 1910 which Presti evoked. TR is my favorite president of all-time. Maybe.. if I’d been there we could have had some interesting talk in regards to Roosevelt and my second favorite president in James Polk. I think maybe Presti was a history major at Emory College if I recall his profile. I have a history degree as well and we’d have had an interesting talk if we could have pushed the OKC media dullards out of the room.
In all candor, I thought our local Prestettes didn’t ask many questions which interested me much at all. Very bland. Not one question about the meltdown at the end of Game 6. Not one question in regards to Russell Westbrook and what the WTF happened in those five minutes of horror. Not one question if Presti himself thinks Durant may possibly doubt if Westbrook and Durant can win a championship together. This is why Bill Simmons calls them the Prestettes.
I never heard Tramel. I have no idea where he was. Usually—he’s good for one tough question or two. Slater appears to be regressing, seems scared to ask tough questions like he used to when he first started. He and Royce Young must have sleepover parties where they compare off the record notes is all I can figure.
I don’t even know why this presser took place other than perfunctory courtesy.
Anyhow… here it is all forty-five minutes of nothingness. Don’t expect OJ to confess to killing Ron and Nichole is all I’m saying. I wonder how a guy like me who runs a small, ecsoteric rogue Thunder blog could get a press pass to these events? Keep in mind, my father is a tough in your face courtroom lawyer. I understand the process of cross examination. They’d never let me back in the room after one presser would be my guess.
Here’s Sam Presti and his Prestettes. Yawn.