The All right, everybody, welcome back.

Sam's Army match week 24.

We got a lot to talk about.

We're going to start with the Premier League, where we will talk about

Bournemouth, not sucking, spurs, sucking, and Pep, throwing minors to the wolves.

Half-time will be an espionage-related weekly what-if, plus a TBD on the compliment corner.

Round the world, a preview of the final match day of the Champions League group stage, which is coming up on Wednesday, and then stoppage time with Ivan Tony's best bets and everyone's favorite segment go us.

Now, time to welcome in this week's panel of beauty, starting with the man of the hour pour one out for the the the poor ladies

of america who will no longer have a chance to biblically meet my friend our friend tyler taryn

as he got down on one knee and proposed to the future mrs taryn so give us the tea sir

uh how did all go down?

So she knew. She called me out for being weird multiple times in the 10 days leading up to it.

So she got her nails done the day before we were going out and everything like that.

And I effectively gave away the proposal itself on the day. How I did it, though, I did catch her off guard.

We love Monopoly Deal. And for anybody who knows, you know, one of the greatest games of all

time. And so I wrote, will you marry me on one of the cards, took it out of the deck,

put it in my pocket along with the ring before we went out to dinner, played the game,

waiting for her to finally get a full set. She got one. I played

the card. She seemingly didn't read the card, just gave me her full set and was playing the

game and didn't notice. And so I said, can you take a look at the card, please? Big embrace,

lots of tears, and then five minutes after the embrace, she says, can we sit back down and finish the game? Because I think I'm about to beat you.

She did not, in fact, meet me.

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