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Thursday morning, January 27th, 2020.

It's the beating of the book podcast, Megapod, Championship Game Weekend,

and the National.

Football League, live from the D, by the way, our home away from home. I say it's our home away from home because a real home, at least for me as a South Point, for both shows, a numbers game, and for primetime action. But the D, home of the podcast with our big superhero shield table. Mike Palm, the conciliaria to Derek Stevens here at Circa, VP of Operation Circus Sports, co-host of odds-on at Vsen, and also a member of the American Gaming Association Board. Is that correct? The board. That is correct. Board of Directors.

Michael Palm, it's just so many titles. We could spend five minutes going through them all.

Well, but I'm not as busy as you are, Gil.

Nobody's doing a documentary on my Thursdays. Oh, that's true. Yes. Yes. No one's doing it. And rightfully so, by the way. Rightfully so. That is Mike Palm. Todd Wishnet from his mom's Cork Addick in Pittsburgh, PA.

What's happening?

Dad.

What's up?

Todd, last week's podcast, your performance was spectacular. Mike Palm. Todd Wishednet from his mom's Cork Attic in Pittsburgh, PA. What's up?

Todd, last week's podcast, your performance was spectacular. I thought that was the best podcast of the year so

far, didn't you? Last week with Chernoff and Las Vegas Chris. Several of the listeners commented

they thought it was the best one. I think so too. More than several, I thought. Our rotating guest this week is a gentleman who was on once before, but we sort of botched it with the connection. I also gave him a wrong time, and then it was just a botch. We're happy to happen back for the championship games from Dr. Bob Sports. It's Dr. Bob. Bob Stoll. How you doing, Bobby? I'm doing well, Gil, and still upset, so I refuse to show my face on this program.

That's right. Still angry. I will not show my face. That is a handsome picture of you we're looking at, though. Look at that guy. Look at that guy.

46-year-old Dr. Bob back then, Gil, when you and I used to roam the streets of San Francisco.

Oh, yes, indeed, we did.

Let me tell you something. When Bob was 46, which would make me about 44, I'm guessing, at the time.

Wow, were we ahead. Well, we were so young then in terms of our age.

Has it happened to you that in the last 10

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