Look, I'm 10 and 8 in college, but look at the razor's edge of my day.

And you were there for the two heartbreaks. I go two and five. That's a bad week.

Blood, the BGB blood.

Jim, SMU Oklahoma. It is, it is unspeakable.

You lose by half a minute. It was a 14-3 game. I'm getting 16 and a half with SMU.

Oklahoma goes up 21-3. SMU goes and converts the two-point conversion. 21-11.

Then Oklahoma scores again. Now mine, you couldn't score all day.

Score a couple minutes ago. 28-11. I'm down 17. I'm getting 16 and a half. There's eight minutes left

in the game. SMU gets the ball, goes on a drive. They're in the red zone. And all I hear from Jim

since the game was on ESPN Plus. Yeah, I have it up on my phone to monitor. Oh, no.

Preston Stone, gummyed out of his mind. Gangstone throws the interception. In junk time.

Yeah. With two minutes to go, where Oklahoma should be just in pre-vent,

think, dunk, diddle, give up the meaningless score. I lose by the half-point there.

And then the tech game. That is the difference between four and three and it raining balloons

based on the PGP and two and five. And I need a blood transfusion because I got shanked.

Now I turn around the NFL with a four and one banger. So I'm maybe, you know what?

Maybe that's what this is. Maybe the gambling gods are telling me something. Michael,

you may think you're 10 gallon, Mike. You're actually NFL Mike.

Now last year you were pretty damn good in the NFL. And we're off to a four and one star this year.

Shout out Sean Payton. You prick nice on-side kick.

Am I NFL Mike? Is that what do I need to stay in my swim lane?

That I'm just older, wiser, half-it-a-pod, and I'm a result.

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