Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah!

Back to Stepping on the beach, the only place to read your emails and tweets.

It's Wednesday, July 15th.

I'm Jay's Skeets and alongside me, ready to toss around the old football on the sand.

Tassmellis.

While we're tossing it around, first, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Justice Ginsburg, get healthy, Ruth,

fight it off like you always do.

And well, well, well, look who escaped from the yurt.

It's the bearded one, Trey Kirby.

Hey, yo!

Hey, yo!

Nice to have you back, buddy.

We got the International Man of Mystery, taking it to the Max, Lee Ellis. Friends. And last but not least, making the magic happen here. It's JD. Hello. There he is, and here we are. Keep your questions coming. Email us, no dunks at theathletic.com, or tweet them in at No Dunks Inc. or use that hashtag no dunks.

Trey, it's great to see.

It looks like you got a nice tan going on there and killer Led Zeppelin.

Yeah, I'm in Pod City, the basement right now in Lake Holiday, Illinois.

Been outside a lot for the past five or six days, no doubt about it. How was the yurt experience? I know we saw a little bit of video. You gave us the Mo Verney-like hotel room tour in that yurt. But how'd the sleeping go? Yeah, pretty quick tour in the old yurt. It's just beds and fans in there. We walked in. It was like, you know, the middle of the day, probably 2 o'clock. It was like 110 degrees it felt like where I was instantly regretting my decision. How are we going to sleep in here? But then night falls and it's beautiful in the year. Slept easy, you know, because my kids didn't. So Laura had to go hop in the bed with them.

I had a nice giant bed all to myself, you know, hopped up on the top bunk a little bit,

trying to throw it back to the summer camp days.

It was a good time.

Oh, nice.

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