My biggest issue with this interaction wasn't that this reporter thought the bland interrogation scribbled in his notepad was far more important than it actually was. My biggest problem with this confrontation was that it was perceived to be prolonged by persistence and journalistic integrity, when - in reality - it was prolonged by greed.
Talk about looking a gift horse in the mouth! This incredibly whiney dweeb had some stupid ass question lined up for a role player about why a mediocre team sucks when it's high-usage MVP candidate is off the floor. He got blessed with an inspirational - albeit totally unprovoked and unnecessary - rant led by one of the most polarizing athletes still alive in the NBA Playoffs. Russell Westbrook literally spoon fed this dude an endless amount of clicks, and he was still pushing for another course.
Christ man, go write your piece about how there's no 'I' in Thunder during this trying time, and save the "holy crap, OKC is pure, unadulterated trash when their best player is anxiously hydrating" article for after the series is over. How many emboldened quotes does one man need for his column before he passes the damn mic in the postgame presser? This uppity interviewer wouldn't have interjected when David Fizdale was preaching about data like a Jehovah's Witness, and he owes that same respect to a man/personality that makes his job exponentially easier.