Hey, national narrative about the Cavs:
There’s nothing, and I mean nothing in the world I love more than table-pounding Ken. It’s by far the best Ken there is. Better than self-deprecating Ken, redneck childhood stories Ken and even “Good God” after a questionable Lima comment Ken. When he starts screaming but the audio actually gets quieter because he’s storming around the studio nowhere near his mic, that’s why you tune in every day. The type of vitriolic tirade that you only get from a guy who was born and raised here. He gets it.
Mr. Carman. Your place at the table.
Bottlegate 