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

Listen, it's a very good thing that I do not believe in curses, and I don't.

Because otherwise, I might think that the Dallas Mavericks are now officially cursed.

The curse of the basketball Bambino.

Or something like that. I mean, as an example, look at the comp. Follow me on this. Remember the babe.

The babe loved his beer. The babe loved his hot dogs. Just like Luca the hookah loves hookah bong rips.

He loves beer.

He loves bong rips.

And both players were beloved and headed to become all-time greats.

Yet both players were lining up for massive new contracts,

so both departed, left their fan base furious and devastated.

All right.

And both, you could also ring the fat alarm to actually both of them.

That was devastating.

The babe was pretty fat.

There's no disputing that.

He could swing it now, but he was pretty fat.

We can't debate how fat Luca is, but, you know, the reason they gave for running him off

was a lack of conditioning, i.e. fat.

The bay was just fat. Nobody debated that.

But my man could turn on it. My man could swing it.

And toss it now.

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