Friday, Friday, Friday, we have got a hell of a good show planned for you, get you to your father's day.

Kenny, if you are watching on video, Kenny is in fact wearing a hot dog button up shirt.

Can't make it up.

I mean, it fits.

Not totally mad at it because the first thing Kenny said to me outside of, hey, Mike, how you doing today?

Is I need some picks.

I've created a bit of a problem here as Kenny now.

I walked in and it wasn't the NHL network and Kevin Weeks in an ill-fitting puff vest.

And it was America's Day at the races.

And Kenny goes, and I can get us Churchill, too, if you need it.

And I'm like, who are you?

Hot Dog, man.

This is the drug dealer complaining that the guy that he's dealing drugs to does too much drugs.

Kenny, we gave you a hit.

I didn't know it was going to be a lifestyle.

Oh, wow. You're all of a sudden addicted, huh?

Imagine how that works. I walked out the door last week to the Belmont Stakes, and Kenny had a nice score.

I gave him a little exacted delight that paid 22 to 1 on his money, and he was excited.

Right.

You're shot.

Would you give him low-calorie crack?

Like, seriously.

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