When the Golden State Warriors are rolling, they're one of the league’s biggest draws. Now that they appear to be emerging from their recent, unsettling slump, they should be a squad reliably worthy of a nightly League Pass Alert. This is cause for celebration. The Warriors ought to be an electrifying affair for both casuals and die-hards. Yet a specter haunts Chase Center (and other assorted arenas) on the sidelines: Festooned to the team like an albatross is the bewildering broadcasting tandem of Bob Fitzgerald and Kelenna Azubuike.
Tuning into a Warriors game means subjecting yourself to two hype-men inelegantly bumbling into one another for 2.