That's Mike Stone.

Apologies for yesterday.

Travel disaster.

Not out of my hands.

Thank you again, Mike.

Oh, you're welcome.

Tremendous by you yesterday.

You know, they said they're looking for, you know, they needed Will Vest and they brought in the...

Listen.

They brought in the writing.

I appreciate it.

And I also appreciate you not walking out when Rico thought about trading Janus this week. So let's just move forward. We have a good show plan for you guys. So if you're on the road, take your time. The roads are atrocious right now. They don't look as bad as they are. They're bad. I know. So I'm saying, be careful. The salt doesn't even work. It's too damn cold. You know they're busting their ass to clean the roads. It's not on them. No. It's a generational confluence of events. Hey, look, basically, let's call her out. Mother Nature's a bitch. Yep. She is. Yep. So, Sam Darnold. Okay, so let's get it out of the way. We can just get into it. I'm not angry. It more just makes me not like sports. I no longer like the NFL. I don't want to live in a world where Sam Darnold, this bum, is in a Super Bowl. I will never forgive the L.A. Rams for that ridiculous defensive performance or lack

thereof.

And I hate that punt returner who fumbled.

So look, I just feel like this is the generational hex.

Once a generation or once every 15 years,

a complete booger makes the Super Bowl,

whether it's a Jeff Hostetler, a Trent Dilfer,

a Rex Grossman, or yes, Ginger Jesus.

So, yeah, basically, it makes me hate football,

makes me hate the Super Bowl,

and I hate the world.

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