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I feel like tomorrow should be a holiday.

I really do. Why? March Madness is on all night

long tonight. And dude, it's banger after banger after banger of games. Give us tomorrow off.

Why? Because everybody's going to be raging tonight, dude. Everybody's going to be drinking

Hardy Feltzer, black and out. Yeah, it's part of it, though. What do you mean? Part of it is raging and then showing up to work hungover as fuck

and talking about the games and how hungover you are.

Okay.

Don't take that away from people.

Yeah, I don't want to discount that.

You're right.

Just because it sucks a little bit in the moment,

doesn't mean you're not creating memories.

Yeah. And that's how it is, man.

I like it.

I like when Bob shows up with his eyes bloodshot. And because I can't tell. I can't tell if it's because of basketball or because of his children. Yep. It's both. It's both. It's a little, yeah. A little bit of column A, a little bit of column B. Yeah, it's, you know, it's what happens the night before, and then having a child jump on my chest at five in the morning.

But how hard are you going to go tonight? Pretty good. I know. Pretty good. I want to say tonight's slate, I like better than tomorrow's slate, but I can't remember. Let me look. But the problem is, Bob, tomorrow's Friday. Right. So, like, you're already off, dude. And I got to coach T-ball at 9 in the morning on Saturday.

Oof, you, tomorrow's Friday. Right. So, like, you're already off, dude. And I got to coach T-ball at 9 in the morning on Saturday. Oof, you're at that age where it's super early. My game, I don't have to coach until 11.30. Yeah. Oh, yeah. No, so today is the day I really like Arkansas, Arizona, and Illinois, Houston. Illinois, Houston, starting at 9. Oh, boy. Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yep.

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