I agree, big shout out to those guys.

Accuracy might have been affected by the straight piss-rain that was happening all game.  You could see it on camera at the beginning and the announcing crew didn’t even mention it till it really started pouring toward the end of the first half.

This game was on my afternoon feed and at first I was frustrated because I really wanted to see the Saints and Chicago get after it.

Came here for it and here it is.  +1

This wasn’t my actual red 1990 Festiva but yeah. It was one of these. I had limped my 1984 1.8l turbo Skyhawk all the way up until I left for the Navy in early 94. But when I got out of bootcamp I needed something more reliable, so this was handed down to me from my brother who had upgraded to his first S 10 Blazer.

Agreed, podcasts and Q & A’s are where he shines. I like that dude a lot in that area. He’s nice to the audience, keeps shows up on their feet by driving the momentum.   

Maybe they got to improvise their body language but his dialogue is way to tricky to come out of anyone’s mouth (Including Rickmans’) without proper rehearsal.

Redemption song is best sung immediately...  haha.  Well done +1

Dude, for real.

You’re right. He had the wherewithal to smirk, chomp his gum, show the outfield “2 Down!” and shut the fuck up.

“De-flubbered” and “Flubbered” are explanations I can get behind. Here’s to hoping one day in the future we see a little green blob (or one with an ‘x’ through it) in the corner of the scoring inlay to let the audience know what kind of game we tuned into.

She was from Michigan!  

How’s Fear Inoculum for you, I’m all about it. 

Totally.

+1 Aenima for you.  Every time.  

Musta worked on Friday Night Lights, so, thus...

Yeah it’s crazy. To talk to a cheerleader that’s clueless about who Briles even is is bananas.

And I’m very sorry for your loss.  Young parents passing away when the babies are babies is awful.

Even if I hear the opening to that song I have to change it unless I’m in a room by myself with earbuds in and a towel to howl into ensuring that no spouse or kids will be around for a least like 6 days.

You’re right. This isn’t 4D chess, this is a team that basically played an away game at the Coliseum on Sunday, they’re falling the fuck apart.