Conspiring is the nothing personal word of the day.

It's Thursday, November 17th, 2022, conspiring.

It's not collusion.

It's conspiring.

Last night, very late, maybe while some of you were sleeping or some of you were at a concert,

an article came out in the athletic by Ken Rosenthal, where there is talk of the Majorly

Baseball Players Association being very, very upset with the commissioner's office and

the owners.

Let me give you a background.

One is when owners get together in a room, a very, very secret room with padding, always,

and a lock, two sides of a lock.

There's people who stand on the outside holding firm, so no one gets in.

There's no phones allowed.

Everyone's very, very quiet.

Someone then walks in the room from the commissioner's office and whispers to all the owners.

Don't sign that player for more than $blank dollars.

And look to your left and right, the only person bidding for a player X is Team Y.

Don't think about what the agents are telling you.

We're telling you.

That's what collusion is.

40 years ago, 30 years ago, 50 years ago, 20 years ago, there was a collusion settlement

where owners had to pay players hundreds of millions of dollars to settle a grievance

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