I was growing up, my age was synonymous with my shoe size.

So like I was 12.

I was a size 12.

When I was 14, I had a size 14.

And I looked ridiculous.

Like Ronald.

I looked like Ronald McDonald's running around.

Wait a minute.

How do I end up being the hamburger?

Oh, you have nothing to do with me.

You're so hamburger though.

Perfect.

There's no reason control room to gratuitously wedge me into it, making me look like the

hamburger.

And I'll just say this, for all of the various characters that were in that land, Ronald

McDonald's land, whatever they called it, whether it was Mayor McChese or Grimmiss or whoever.

It's not like there's any character you would aspire to be.

No, that's not.

I'd be pretty much upset whoever it was.

You know, actually the Grimmis outfit,

possibly something to wear to a Vikings game someday. Oh. Same shade of purple. Oh, that makes sense. Yep. Never really thought of that before. Great. You grimace a lot when you watch Vikings games. That makes sense. It works good. It does. That's, you know, I'm not going to take that any farther. I'm just going to let you be the one who said it.

Right. Because today, look, we've, we've established this. Oh, today's an optimistic day. Today's an optimistic. Bingo. Hey, pre-fee, bingo. We're starting the week off on an optimistic day. But the thing is, I haven't dealt with you yet. And it's been four days since I've dealt with you. So the optimism may quickly melt to something else. By the time we are done, we have two hours to find out whether or not my mood will be the same as it now is. I'm very optimistic about the National Football League, Chris, starting its season in four weeks and three days when the Texans visit the Chiefs.

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