I mean, did anything sound more like the song of the summer than that baby, Sean? I can't believe you miss that when I predicted that early on. Sean, I'm so right. That's the second time I've ever heard it. Thank you, Gordon. You guys are not listening to, you're not streaming the right platforms. There's no juice to that song. There's a lot of juice. For a summer song, there's zero juice. That thing has juice written all over it. Mono rockets in the sky.

Yeah. There's no juice to that song. There's a lot of juice. For a summer song, there's zero juice.

That thing has juice written all over it.

Bottle rockets in the sky. Yeah. Barefoot's in the sand. Bottle rockets in the sky. This, well, John has a real problem with you. I don't know if you want to end the show on that note or not. Who me? Yeah. Oh, sure. Okay. John is from Rhode Island.

Hello, John.

How are we doing?

What's up?

I just caught me.

You know, I do love the show, but of all people, he has the least like to stand down

and salt and everybody from the fantasy world.

I'm in one of the greatest fantasy leagues in New England,

and we have wonderful members in our league,

all distinguished gentlemen.

I'd rather be a fantasy football member than a Swifty.

And she's a grown woman.

She should be ashamed of herself to be calling herself a Swifty.

Yep.

I agree.

Well, I hope you have a great weekend. My husband

also in a fantasy league, so I

respect you. I just think that

you spend too much time on it. That's all.

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