I took a long shower last night when I got home just to wash Los Angeles off me.

What was the problem? What didn't you like? Tell me. What do you mean?

I don't want to be a bad guest. I just left Los Angeles yesterday.

But I don't want to say things like it's a sad, dystopian place. I don't want to say that, so it's a sad, dystopian place.

I don't want to say that, so I won't.

Okay, good. Good thing you didn't say it.

That was my official position as of two weeks ago.

Never traveling again, but never say never.

That's the key.

You can say never as long as you acknowledge, never say never.

We went to St.

Simons Island, Georgia, the birthplace of Jim Brown.

Apparently, the place where the Dura Flame fortune was hatched. Wow, is that right?

I didn't know that. That's a good one. I'm factory there and there's a bunch of sawdust on the floor and somebody realized, hey, we can take all that sawdust and fuse it together and sell it. I mean, you sell

your garbage. You know that you've got it made.

You have cracked the code on life if you find a way to sell and profit from your garbage.

But you know what?

That pretty much sums up my existence in sports media.

So here we are.

It's BFT Live and we're back, baby.

We're back, baby.

I don't know.

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