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Sitting it for Mr. New York, Mark Samon.

Here's Joe Concha.

Oh, it's going to be horrible.

I just heard the news report.

I just heard the weather report.

And I know we're not going to have masks on.

And, you know, well, some of us, well, I suppose.

Get over it already, particularly for outside. I just saw some numb nuts jogging alone with a mask on. How does that protect you? Anyway, this is Joe Conscia, the voice of God just told you. Who the hell am I? Where the hell's Mark? He's smart. He's taking a four-day weekend. Good for him. The man works hard.

He's Mr. New York.

He's got Mr. New Yorky things kind of do.

All right? And look, I am a Fox News contributor. I am a media and politics columnist for The Hill. And I used to have a little show on here way, way back when and filling for Mark from time to time, join your show about once a week or so. You probably should know me, I think, if you listen to this on a regular basis. If not, you're hearing me for the first time, don't touch that dial. It's only going to get better, my friends, believe me. But what's not going to get better is the weather. If you look up to the sky right now, you see the sun fighting, fighting to get through the clouds, but it's too late. It's over. We got this

blob of a storm. Yes, I can already hear it on the horizon. Boring rain. And look,

I'm willing to give up one day of a holiday weekend if it rains. I got no problem with that.

Good job, Tony, by the way, getting that rain sound. Outstanding. But then when you spread it out over Friday night, Saturday, Saturday night, Sunday, Sunday night, after everything we've been through, I can finally have a freaking barbecue. And you can't do it. I guess on Monday. But what does that do me? I get depressed on Memorial Day, to be honest with you, because then I

know I have to go back to school the next day. It's like a school night. You don't go out on a school night. So I guess I'll have something then that day. I know I'm coming on here and I'm just bringing everybody down. But seriously, the average high for this time of year is 72 degrees. All right. No one's going to be on Saturday? 50 friggin' two.

52. Is this Memorial Day or St. Patrick's Day in Dublin? My daughter, she has three soccer games

this weekend. And of course they're on Saturday and Sunday. Outdoors, no dome for us in Montville,

New Jersey. She's seven. This ain't the World Cup. And outside of sandy-like flooding or bolts of lightning from Zeus himself, these, these, these, Pulter Bureau people who run these soccer leagues ain't canceling. It's perfect weather for soccer to play in the rain. No one ain't. Ain't for the parents. That's for sure. I already put away all my

winter stuff. Now I'm going to take it back out of the attic. I mean, honestly,

meanwhile in Seattle, which is like a Brazilian rainforest normally, it's going to be 80 and sunny

all weekend. That's cruel. Why do you mock me, oh Lord? Anyway, if you are traveling this weekend,

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