I am a low and happy Father's Day sports fans, a special shout out to Pop Stargill, Cool

Papa Bell, Evgeny Dad enough, Bob Papa, Phil Rivers, Greg Papa, Greg Papa Vitch, Pop

Warner, Sean Camp, and in fact a man in the mirror who's a more prolific lover than

Dave Damage check, any who welcome to mine is three presented as always by Fandole sports

book. And now let's say hello to another Papa that we know we hold him near and dear. It's

Kevin Hensch, what's the poop fellow so much sports to Kibbets about?

Oh, it's crazy. I mean, crazy waking up to crazy news every day, just, you know, earth

shattering injuries in the NBA. Baseball's fixed apparently every every no pitcher can throw

a breaking ball without cheating. It's nuts hockey. It makes no difference if you have

it any talent on your roster whatsoever makes note every game's a coin flip. But I got

to say, you know, to our ardent fans out there trying to listen. I do want to apologize

for the shitty audio, which I think is my fault, although I have no idea how any of these

things in front of me work. But my hope is my prayer is that my audio dropped out while

I was giving my fucking terrible picks last week because I maybe maybe technology saved

our listeners thousands of dollars while I was throwing out my picks. I felt so smart

when the, when the nets barely tried a game three against the box and then we're up 11

immediately in the game where I was like, they're definitely going to win game four. No

doubt about it. Here we go. This is going to be a 30 point blowout. Oh, no. Kyrie's lying

in a heap. Oh, that, that bet's lost. My, my, my Domingo Hermann bet was even worse.

He got sheld. Um, so apologies both for the quality of the sound and the terrible quality

of the prognostications. Um, hopefully I'm coming through loud and clear and you can

fade me this week because I'm getting fucking murdered. I have to tell you, I'm getting

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