Just sent this to my mate after the game. Took way longer than I would like to admit but it was all in good fun.

“That right there is the Pacers. Now let's talk about the Pacers. Can we talk about the Pacers, please, Mike? I've been dying to talk about the Pacers with you all day, OK? "Jimmy Butler” this name keeps coming up over and over again. Every day Jimmy Butler videos are getting sent to me. Jimmy Butler! Jimmy Butler! I look in the ballots, and this whole box of ballots is Jimmy Butler! So I say to myself, "I gotta watch this guy! I gotta go up to philly and put the ball in the guy's goddamn hands! Otherwise, he's never going to get the recognition he deserves it” So I go up to Bankers life and what do I find out, Mike? What do I find out?! There is no Jimmy Butler. The man does not exist, okay? So I decide, "Oh shit, buddy, I gotta dig a little deeper." There's no Jimmy Butler? You gotta be kidding me! I got boxes full of Butler ballots! All right. So I start marchin' my way down to Ben Simmons at PG and I knock on his door and I say, "Ben! Ben! I gotta talk to you about Butler.” And when I open the door what do I find? There's not a single goddamn desk in that office! There...is...no...Ben Simmons at PG. Mike, half the players in this team have been made up. This organisation is a goddamn ghost town when they play a good team.”