It was a hot drive home. Smog filled the air. Hundreds of cars whiz frantically down the road. He reaches his hand slowly toward the dial. Static fills the car, and KTIK's self proclaimed mouth-breathers Caves and Prater come on to distract this poor man from his surroundings. Then the unthinkable happens. Da. da. dahhhhh. (woman screams).
KTIK Caller: I'm not with all those who say "we lost Kellen, and we should temper our expectations." If we don't demand excellence, the team will fall apart. We have the same talent we've had over the past 10 years. We should expect them to win every game. If we don't, we'll stop being great.
/Snaps to reality. Turns off KTIK.
Thanks "Chris" for calling KTIK. /hand over microphone. /whispers "JP...how do you find these guys?"