Hello. It's Wednesday. We've got a lot to do. And I know I could just jump into Stanley Cup and Eiserman and anger. But I have one thing I want to just do before we get into that. Yes, we're going to do that. Yes, we actually

together, me, Rico and Evan, all together witnessed the dumbest trade article ever written by

ESPN, something so egregious. ESPN should, well, for a multitude of reasons, ESPN should go

out of business. We'll get to that. Maybe a little tigers later. But I want to start just real

quick with something. And no, it's not what are you seeing right now because it's raining. I want to

start with something different because I have lived here my entire adult life. I left New York at 17

and I have stayed here. This is home.

And I cannot figure something out.

And there's no smarm.

There's no hyperbole.

I really would, I need your help.

I do.

Because I just today I had like a breaking point.

I was very close to being Michael Douglas and falling down. Oh, boy. Because I just, what is it about our state that we are under constant construction,

but nothing ever gets effing fixed? And now, mind you, before, because everyone here is soft.

No, I'm not making fun of the people that bust their ass to do the work.

They have bosses.

They're not the ones who pick the materials.

They're doing their job, including today in the rain.

I'm talking on a grander scale.

Why are we the only state I have ever driven in?

In the United States of effing America, we have worse roads than some third world countries

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