>"We just need to go out there and play our game"
>He's great, he goes out there and competes everyday
>getting that first goal was very important to our game
>he's plays the game the right way
>We did our best out there today, you know? Coach said this was our time so we gave it our all. They played hard so you gotta give them respect, but we're just happy to pull out the win today.
God I hate these bland-ass responses. Post-game interviews, especially the ones of the court after games, are the absolute worst. Couple that with them interviewing some college kid and my cringe meter goes to 11.
>Ah, fuck. I'm just, I'm fucking pissed up a rope in this fucking business. Because everyone has to know everything all the fucking time. That's not my fucking obligation, it's not their obligation. You know why fucking Billy Hamilton didn't fucking play? The other day? Because his fucking finger's hurt and he couldn't hit right-handed comfortably. Right? So that's something that I need to know and no one else needs to know. No one else needs to fucking know it, and all of a sudden it's out there. His fucking fingers are sore. It doesn't benefit us. It wasn't from you, but it doesn't benefit us one bit to fucking announce to the fucking other teams that we're playing to bring in lefties when they need to fucking get Billy out. There's no benefit. So, I'm fucked, to be honest with you, I'm fucking sick of this shit. I'm sick of listening to this fucking shit, I'm sick of fucking the fucking second-guessing bitches, you guys can do whatever the fuck you want, but I'll tell you this — I'm not going to fucking tell you everything about this fucking club, because you fucking guys are going to out there and sniff it out anyway. I don't fucking like it one fucking bit. I bend over backwards to be honest and direct with you fucking guys and you stick it right up my fucking ass — and the fucking team's ass. And I'm sick of it. What do you got? If you don't got anything, get out and I'll do this fucking interview with Marty. You don't have anything? Just get out, please.
>First, I just gotta thank God
>He gets into those little areas (doesn't he?)
>He's done ever so well (hasn't he?)
>He didn't know too much about it (did he?)
>we just have to go out there and execute as a team 100%
>after that goal we had the momentum on our side
>We just didn't execute in a handful of key moments
>He has a high(insert sport) IQ
