Grant calls it how he sees it, and the way I do. Martin is just a kid that can play. He has NO heart.
Which is all fine. I am not the person to completely disagree with that assessment. But the ick and the jerk of Grant's routine is that he will make a charge like that on the radio, then he will go on TV and talk Kevin up and invite him for a congratulatory interview afterword. Then he hops a plane with him to come on home.
If you want to acuse a guy of being a loser, acuse him of being a loser. But don't then turn around and buddy up to him and pretend to be his friend. That's just two faced and slimey.
If I was a player and Grant did that to me I would call him on it right there in that first interview and hold his feet over the fire. We'd have a very lively interview. Its actually probably more evidence of Kevin's lack of fire that he does not -- his parents raised him
too well I think. Grant's parents meanwhile seem to have raised a jerk. He feuded with Koz. He is feuding with Amick (although apparently because Amick has his nose firmly up Kevin's backside and seems desperate to kiss as much *** as possible to stay in the loop and relevant). He stabbed Webb in the back, repeatedly. He went after Bobby Jackson. Now Kevin. Just because I may think the general assessment has some merit this time doesn't mean it excuses this whole process over and over again.
the Kings related media are quite a crew:
Grant plays the slimewad and speaks out of both sides of his mouth, often viciously.
Jerry plays the company fool. Chuckles the Hick meets a used car salesman.
Ailene Voison never writes a thing without an agenda, and is marvelously bad at concealing them
Sam Amick now appears to be a whipped dog and has gone from rumor mongerer to spouting whatever company line he is pitched just so long as they agree to keep him in the loop on their pitches
Jason Jones(?) the new guy is a bleeping Lakers fan, and yet might write the "cleanest" if least inspired stuff of any of them. Its just a job for him, but at least he's normally not spinning things.
Then there's Katie, marooned playing sideline reporter and halftime fluff chick when she's probably a better analyst than any of them.
I do miss Kreidler. Its a pain having to always apply a template to everything said/written so you can translate what it really means.