What's up everybody? It's Austin Rivers from the Minnesota Timberwolves. It's a new year and I have a new podcast here at the ringer, Offguard, hosted by me and my guy, Pasha Higigi.

Austin and I go way back and talk so much hoop already that we figure it was time to fire up the mics and let you in on all of these conversations.

Every week, Pasha and I will hit on the biggest stories happening in the league. And get Austin's perspective of someone currently hooping in the NBA.

Tap into Offguard every Friday on the ringer NBA show feed on Spotify or wherever you get your podcast.

You know what that is?

An ice cold beer.

What's different?

It's Budweiser.

Food longer for a refreshing, smooth taste.

Like no other.

Cheers to that.

Budweiser, like no other.

Please drink responsibly.

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All right, we got two teenagers, a girl and a boy, sitting at opposite ends of a powder blue couch in a police station in Winnetka, Illinois. He's on the right.

Red eyes, black leather jacket, insusient poof of jet black hair, a queasy zen sleaze vibe.

She's on the left, preppy, infuriated, pink sweater, multiple additional layers, suspenders, for some reason. It's a confusing outfit to me. They're supposed to be teenagers. Or at least she's supposed to be a teenager. Really,

they're both in their late 20s. What are you going to do? She's seating in silence. He's serenely

cracking his knuckles. He breaks the ice.

Drugs?

Thank you. No, I'm straight.

I meant, are you in here for drugs?

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