That's a way to defend them.

Yeah, all right, here we go.

You didn't tape that pregame, I hope.

I just went back and stopped it, deleted it, and then I went back and hit the face.

Okay, you are safe.

We are all safe, I should say.

Pregame was not suitable for Erie and I would say.

Or adult entertainment.

Or it will be in our last podcast ever.

By the way, Saturday might have been my greatest tweet day ever, would you say?

Oh my god.

They delivered, you know how they, in those old Roman movies where they used to carry them

in on the clean, clean, and with four, four burly men of minority persuasion carrying

her in.

That's where the tweets were carried in from that golfer game.

First of all, when the crazy little man ran out on the field and was the rough turn around

us from picking up the ball and he was standing next to him and then expressed surprise.

He got a penalty, but then at that point, I was wait for it.

Wait for it.

I didn't know which way you were going to go.

Well, it took me a while to compose it just, just right.

Sure.

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