It's been a busy Wednesday here in New York City.

I have an antiquee on the fan.

You can rewind on the Odyssey app talking about Yankee Plan B's just in case Juan Soto does not return.

Josh Hart wanted nothing to do with the Boston Celtics and a lot of discussion about potatoes and McCulley Colkin lookalikes.

But I received an email yesterday, and this is true, because I don't want to be accused of doing AI music.

I have sort of retired from doing AI music.

It was something I was obsessed with months ago.

But I got reached out to by a gentleman by the name of Rich, who told me he is an indie musician.

He listens to us every single day.

His name is Rich Roberts?

Your cousin? No. This is a real I don't... Your cousin? No.

This is a real person.

Fictitious cousin?

No, I just don't know if he wants his last name out there.

I'll show you the email if you're going to not believe me either.

Is a real person named Rich?

It's real.

Thank you very much.

There's no phone number on there.

It's a six-four... six, four, I'm just kidding. He did leave his number. But he said he's an indie musician. He listens

to us all the time and he was inspired to write a song for us. And before we play, because I honestly

haven't really heard it. Like I took this song and I sent it to Lugie and I tried not to hear

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