Five o'clock, good to have you aboard.

It has been a day of relishing the parody I watched on Saturday because, look, I don't like Michigan or Ohio State,

but my dislike of Ryan Day is bigger than both of your teams.

I thought Saturday was hysterical.

All of it. I mean, we've talked all day, and it's just everything.

It was almost like I was watching a key and peel sketch, except it was real life.

I watched a 1310 football game that featured a grand total of three points in the second

half, a grand total of 480 yards of offense between the two teams.

The team who won had 62 yards passing.

Two picks, no touchdowns.

Touchdown drives of two and five yards.

You had a coach, his soul leave his body, rosy cheeks, and that stupid Just for Man face.

You had Sharon doing a pageant wave.

You had Gus Johnson saying we didn't cheat this time.

Jack Sawyer losing his mind, I'm not going to let you plan a flag.

And it's like, Jack, you lost.

You've lost the right to do anything. How about, I'm going to let you score a flag. And it's like, Jack, you lost. You've lost the right to do anything.

How about, I'm going to let you score a touchdown.

Then you had Michigan sideline reporter defending the honor of the school.

One problem, you're 40, don't play anymore, and you're in the media.

No.

Someone from this company did that, they'd be fired.

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