It began long ago, two young boys in an American town riding their bikes to school and little league practice.

Over the years, the boys became fast friends, united in their love for stories where things would go horribly wrong.

Pour yourself a strong beverage and buckle up. You're in the shallow end with

Schnebly and Toff. It's episode number 148. If my math is correct, Chethro. Well, I never question

you when it comes to math because you were the one I used to copy off of during algebra class.

Which is ironic because I was the worst math student in that class, as I recall.

I regret my seat choice.

I regret saying yes to taking the damned class.

And the ironic thing is my dad was a math professor at the university level and, you know, a brilliant, brilliant man.

And he just could not understand why I couldn't get through trig.

He just could.

He didn't, he was very patient and very encouraging, but he would That's interesting. He would slam doors after trying to drill it into my head.

Like the football coach, you can't understand why his son has absolutely no interest in or skills at playing ball.

Yeah, it's very similar.

I feel like sometimes God purposely skips giving certain people's skills so that other people can,

like your dad, become literally a math genius.

There was a casting company out here run by a woman named Carol Day Kimball, absolutely

wonderful woman.

And she in her previous studio had a big sign hanging over the doorway that said,

talent like the gout sometimes skips a generation.

Yeah.

You got a story for me.

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