Westbrook wears his emotions on his chest and never doesn’t say what he feels at the moment. Some might call it bluntness, others call it honesty. What it is, in a wholesome sense, is just Russ being Russ. “F—— sitting there, talking that s—. F— ’em,” Westbrook said, almost preaching to the rest of his teammates who hung their heads as they walked with him to the room.