Dude, F that! I mean, sure, I’m guessing he turned them down because he’s a hermit who was brutalized by just about the entire on-air lineup of WIP, but whatever, no need to take the high road, Sam. You were the sacrificial lamb. Carried to the stake, hung, burned, never to be spoken of again. Out of respect? Naw, dog. I’d show up to that thing, critique every microsecond of the transacting in Brooklyn tonight, and recount how each and every one of the Sixers’ current assets came to be. Then, I’d write it all in a heartfelt letter, stand up, but before taking off the headset, scream, “PUT SOME RESPECK ON MY NAME!” But that’s none of my business.