Hey, Harry Carey here.

Just wanted to drop in and give me an understanding what you're about to encounter, you know.

Game and Blake like to borrow my glasses that you understand because they act as a sort of

time machine that allows them to travel to the past and enjoy old baseball and basketball and things.

That's a secret, though, so keep it between us, okay?

On this one, they head back to watch the NBA basketball.

Never been of hand myself.

I prefer hot dogs at the ballpark.

What do I know?

At some point, Gabe gets a wild hair, calls up a rassler on the telephone.

BVD or some, oh, yeah, DDP, Gabe, Gabe got upset with me there.

He doesn't answer, but leaves him a message about being a big old fat tub of goo and needing

some help, and DDP calls them back two weeks later.

Gotta stay to the end for some of that.

Anyway, here's the whole ball game.

You're going to get sucked in.

Oh, and let go all that hero worship.

You'll learn why in a few.

Holy cow.

Yeah. cow. The whole ball game.

Right smack dab in the middle of a triple header NBA on NBC, May 7, 1995.

And this, Blake, this is the number one song in America.

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