S53 Lakers Preseason Presser: An Existential C(ampbell)risis
Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2021 11:49 pm
Greeple drags his feet to the podium. He looks out into the crowd of reporters through barely open and bloodshot eyes. He takes a deep breath and begins...to walk back out before his assistant shuffles him back to the podium against his will.
“I can’t do this anymore-”
A gaggle of giggles is heard off stage and someone starts yelling at Greeple to come here. Greeple seems unfazed and ready to continue, but
“Greeps! Greepie! Come here Greepy baby, come ski with us!”
Without visual confirmation, it cannot be certain, but the voice is believed to be that of none other than LA’s newest acquisition, Danny Campbell. Greeple looks off stage, back to the audience, then leaves the stage for untold amounts of time. Chet Youbetcha and Sham Smith begin wondering if that is it- if that is the press conference. If that is the end of Greeple. If that is the end of this era of the LA Lakers. If any of it means anything at all.
Greeple reemerges from the gaggle of giggles, giggling himself, reinvigorated as if he had just hit the slopes from the highest Alps.
“Ya know, I don’t know what day it is, but it’s a beautiful day. A beautiful day that, in the grand scheme of things may mean absolutely nothing at all. What made sense yesterday means nothing at all today, so you know what? I’m here to have a good fracking time as long as I’m here, and you’re gonna ask me some questions, and I’m going to answer them pretending like the answers to your questions mean anything at all!”
“Dude, what are you even saying?” a presumably Danny Campbell-esque voice laughed from unseen quarters.
“I have coached these Lakers from nothing into something. I have bled for Los Angeles and I will keep bleeding until Los Angeles hands me a tourniquet, but if they never do I will never feel less alive until I stop. So-”
“..so what’s your starting lineup?” Justin Bieber asked, wearing a Brandon Boston Jr. Cavs jersey.
“What a beautiful question, Justin! But I believe it to be self-evident, no? I mean, what is a starting lineup without Jame, Danny, Burt, Alex and… hhaha… and… Danny-”
Greeple leaves the podium again, but not as long this time. Danny Campbell emerges, hands something to Greeple who then walks off stage, and then walks up to the podium.
“Justin Bieber, holy cow! Only in LA. Man, where has this been all my life? Am I even really this alive?”
“You actually died in TC, Danny,” Sham Smith calls out to Campbell. “Do you have any comment on that?”
“Do you have any comment on that, sir?” Danny retorted. Sham Smith sat silent. Greeple returned.
“Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Lakers’ newest star acquisition, Danny Campbell. Sure he might not be the man he used to be, but who is? I’m not the coach I used to be, and Random Reporter… where’s Random Reporter?”
“Hey Greeple, over here,” Random Reporter called out.
“Random Reporter, you’re less random than ever. See, I don’t want to say that we’re living in the Matrix or anything like that, but do you know why we are here today? We’re here-”
“Greeple you miss-” Danny leaned away from the mic, pulling Greeple with him, brushing at his nose as if to indicate that Greeple had missed something and Greeple replicated Danny’s motion until Danny gave Greeple a thumbs up.
“We went all in, ladies and gentlemen. Alex Caruso and Danny Campbell are the future of LA. Alex knows it, and Danny is learning it. And somewhere along the way, perhaps we will all collectively be able to make sense out of anything those words mean said one after the other in the same sentence. Now who has any *sniff* questions?”
“I can’t do this anymore-”
A gaggle of giggles is heard off stage and someone starts yelling at Greeple to come here. Greeple seems unfazed and ready to continue, but
“Greeps! Greepie! Come here Greepy baby, come ski with us!”
Without visual confirmation, it cannot be certain, but the voice is believed to be that of none other than LA’s newest acquisition, Danny Campbell. Greeple looks off stage, back to the audience, then leaves the stage for untold amounts of time. Chet Youbetcha and Sham Smith begin wondering if that is it- if that is the press conference. If that is the end of Greeple. If that is the end of this era of the LA Lakers. If any of it means anything at all.
Greeple reemerges from the gaggle of giggles, giggling himself, reinvigorated as if he had just hit the slopes from the highest Alps.
“Ya know, I don’t know what day it is, but it’s a beautiful day. A beautiful day that, in the grand scheme of things may mean absolutely nothing at all. What made sense yesterday means nothing at all today, so you know what? I’m here to have a good fracking time as long as I’m here, and you’re gonna ask me some questions, and I’m going to answer them pretending like the answers to your questions mean anything at all!”
“Dude, what are you even saying?” a presumably Danny Campbell-esque voice laughed from unseen quarters.
“I have coached these Lakers from nothing into something. I have bled for Los Angeles and I will keep bleeding until Los Angeles hands me a tourniquet, but if they never do I will never feel less alive until I stop. So-”
“..so what’s your starting lineup?” Justin Bieber asked, wearing a Brandon Boston Jr. Cavs jersey.
“What a beautiful question, Justin! But I believe it to be self-evident, no? I mean, what is a starting lineup without Jame, Danny, Burt, Alex and… hhaha… and… Danny-”
Greeple leaves the podium again, but not as long this time. Danny Campbell emerges, hands something to Greeple who then walks off stage, and then walks up to the podium.
“Justin Bieber, holy cow! Only in LA. Man, where has this been all my life? Am I even really this alive?”
“You actually died in TC, Danny,” Sham Smith calls out to Campbell. “Do you have any comment on that?”
“Do you have any comment on that, sir?” Danny retorted. Sham Smith sat silent. Greeple returned.
“Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Lakers’ newest star acquisition, Danny Campbell. Sure he might not be the man he used to be, but who is? I’m not the coach I used to be, and Random Reporter… where’s Random Reporter?”
“Hey Greeple, over here,” Random Reporter called out.
“Random Reporter, you’re less random than ever. See, I don’t want to say that we’re living in the Matrix or anything like that, but do you know why we are here today? We’re here-”
“Greeple you miss-” Danny leaned away from the mic, pulling Greeple with him, brushing at his nose as if to indicate that Greeple had missed something and Greeple replicated Danny’s motion until Danny gave Greeple a thumbs up.
“We went all in, ladies and gentlemen. Alex Caruso and Danny Campbell are the future of LA. Alex knows it, and Danny is learning it. And somewhere along the way, perhaps we will all collectively be able to make sense out of anything those words mean said one after the other in the same sentence. Now who has any *sniff* questions?”