Hey Lloyd! Do some delivery for the track to the airport!

This is a simple game. You throw the ball, you hit the ball, you catch the ball.

You know, you rock when you roll with the Seahawks, Marshawn, Munch, Beast, Moe, Wits, his dreadlocks, rolls and passes the ball to the end zone, touched him.

You know, we're gonna get the crown of the Super Bowl, 24. Team, we get the ring the bling. Listen to the crowd sing,

Seahawks, Seahawks, Seahawks, we block that offense and say we'll lose us up to no offense.

And on since we got the best Steve Fedds, being the other quarterback, comes with the expense of the after being sacked.

The Broncos have enough time to react to the level of game the Hawks are bringing.

That evening, the Super Bowl's sunny, cos they're gonna go all the way for the win, starting in the game begins all the way to the end of the game.

And to go down in fame as a Super Bowl, Tampage of this year, this team should be feared.

You better saddle up when you roll with Seahawks, a Broncos seem like some old cattle left in the field after cutthroat.

Alright, here we go.

Every week that we do this, it cannot be more absurdist to be playing this rap song about the Seahawks.

And what we're really here to talk about is the Seattle Mariners breaking the dry spell of 21 years of not making it to the post season.

By the way, this is the no point conversion. I'm Luke Burbank right over there.

My friend Andrew Walsh, if you're listening to this, I'm sure you already know that.

But we don't usually record this on a Friday, but it just seemed like probably something that is worth noting that the Mariners,

even maybe as you're hearing this, depending on when this actually hits your feet or when you get to it, may already have locked it down.

All they need is, we're recording this Friday morning, all they need is a win tonight against the Rangers.

By the way, guaranteed by Scott Service, did you see that tape?

No.

No, no, no, I was watching.

I fucking too much detail here.

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