Live from Southern California, this is the Jim Rome show.

I've been saying for a while now that in our lava slinging, hot take culture, hate is the new dopamine.

I hate that it is, but hate is the new dopamine. I hate that it is.

But hate that it is the new dopamine.

However, I think there might be even a newer dopamine that's out now.

Because there's always something new, right?

Hate is the new dopamine, but James Winston is the new, new dopamine. I mean, seriously, what is better

than watching this dude play quarterback? And last night, we fully got the full James experience.

Truly, all the good, all the bad, all the ups, all the downs.

Watching this dude navigate a football game is somewhere on the adrenaline scale between riding a roller coaster and blasting off into orbit on a rocket ship.

Now, I'm not saying he's the best player ever, obviously.

He wasn't even good enough to cover last night, let alone win.

And I did think that I had won that bet.

What I am saying is, or really what I'm asking, is, are you not entertained?

I mean, you can't look away from this dude.

You can't look away from the screen when this dude is out there.

Any single play could be a touchdown.

And that touchdown could be scored in either end zone, right?

Anyone on the field is equally likely to wind up catching one of his passes,

no matter what laundry they happen to be rocking.

I mean, it really is scintillating stuff.

I'm pretty sure even Browns fan agrees, despite that loss last night.

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