Truth be told, I’m not a fan of sports talk shows — is anyone these days? — and I can’t stand my sports-focused algorithms on social media. People just love to criticize and complain.

That means a lot coming from me — the one in my friend group who “always has the craziest sports takes.”

Larry Bird is better than LeBron James, and I’d take Floyd Mayweather over Muhammad Ali any day, but why would anyone say that about me?

Look. We all have crazy opinions about the sports we love. (Yes, you who’s reading this.)

But every now and then, I see a comment that is so ridiculous, you can’t help but feel sorry for someone.

For example . . .

“Victor Wembanyama showing emotion was soft, corny, and over the top.”

People actually said that after the superstar helped the San Antonio Spurs defeat the Oklahoma City Thunder in Game 7 of the Western Conference Finals. On the road. At age 22. Against the league’s Most Valuable Player (Shai Gilgeous-Alexander).

The 7-foot-4, do-it-all standout from France scored 22 points, buried three from downtown, snatched seven rebounds, and secured a spot in the NBA Finals with his teammates, who are more so his brothers, if I had to guess.

I heard one group of geniuses say he shouldn’t have cried and hugged his teammates because the “job’s not finished.” He still has to win the championship.

Really? It was the biggest moment of his life (to this point). Magic Johnson once hugged and tackled Kareem Abdul-Jabbar after their first regular season win together.

Abdul-Jabbar famously told his point guard they had 81 games to go. What a great moment.

Let’s be real. In today’s world, a lot of professional athletes don’t care. They sign their contracts, play a few games, take “load management” rest days, and go home.

Not all, but many of them don’t feel pride for their cities, or know the rich history of their own franchises.

You’ve got college athletes transferring schools three or four times — all for a little extra money and recogition. Never mind the importance of loyalty, friendships, or things like that at a young age.

Here’s another one: Wembanyama is a dirty player.

Is he, though? It seems like everyone wants the NBA to be more physical — like the old days. I’m not saying you’ve got to play like Bill Laimbeer, or talk trash like Kevin Garnett, but I like a quick elbow or a shove every now and then. Call me old-fashioned.

For example, us Boston Bruins fans loved it when Brad Marchand crossed the line (more than a few dozen times) to gain a competitive edge. That’s because he was representing us.

Maybe these NBA know-it-alls just want Wembanyama on their team. Then they’d love him.

Lastly, he’s just a good kid. (I’m a few years older than him, so I can call him that.)

Wembanyama enjoys painting, and can rank his favorite “Star Wars” movies. He goes to bed around 9:30 p.m. and once held an impromptu chess event in New York City, where he connected with fans.

Corny. Soft. Over the top. Call him whatever you’d like.

He seems more like the face of the NBA to me.