I love French and Italian people. My wife is from an Italian family. And when I hear French and Italian spoken I go dreamy. So, at these NBA finals there are journalists from Italy and France and I hear them talking behind me in the press room and I imagine I’m in a Truffaut movie or a Fellini movie. And then I turn around and look at them — no disrespect — they look like me. Just plain sportswriter slobs, although slobs may be too strong for them, not for me. Schlubs. You can talk like a French person or an Italian but, if you’re a sportswriter, you ain’t cool in any language.