I imagine the call going something like this:
Office of Neil Olshey: Good day, you've reached the office of Neil Olshey, General Manager of The Portland Trail Blazers, how can I help you?
Sam Presti: Sam Presti speaking, could you put Neil on the line, please?
Office of Neil Olshey: Is he expecting your call, sir?
Presti: YES! Put him on the phone, PLEASE!
Neil Olshey: Hey Samo, how the hell are ya??
Presti: Uh...hey Neil, were matching the Enes Kanter offer sheet.
Olshey: Oh? What was that? Penis cancer? I'm sorry man. (audible giggles in the back ground)
Presti: No! ENES...KANTER! .
Olshey: Oh, K-A-N-D...
Presti: No, E-N-E-S K-A-N-T-E-R, Enes Kanter!
Olshey: Oh yeah, that's right, there is no D in Kanter, is there? (audible giggles in the back ground)
Pressti: Jesus Christ! You kiddin' me?
Olshey: Maybe he can buy one with all that money of yours we just gave him. (belly laughter in the back ground)
Presti: What the fuck?
Olshey: OK, thanks for calling Sammy. Best of luck in future endeavors. Bye.
Presti: Yeah, fuck you, asshole!
Olshey: Bye now...(click)
Presti: Motherfucker!
(I reposted this from another thread because thei seemed like a better thread for this sillyness)