Today’s word of the day is ‘106 hours’ as in MLB trade deadline as in trades have begun as in we have 4 nights to go as in turn the heat up and get to cooking! Randy Arozerana traded! AJ Punk traded! Garrett Crochet… not traded! So You Wanna Talk to Samson!? Mason Miller broke his pinky slamming his fist on a table! And now he’s out before the trade deadline! WOW! Garrett Crochet of the White Sox is out of his mind! NPPOD. The Oilers hired Stan Bowman. The same Stan Bowman who was kicked out of hockey for mishandling a sexual assault allegation against a coach of his staff. What a shame. Review: Presumed Innocent. Boneless wings can have bones in them. That’s what the courts in Ohio say. HUH!? Let’s update what’s happening with Warner Bros. Discovery.
0:00 – Intro
0:45 – TRADE
12:57 – Mason Miller
19:00 – Garret Crochet
22:30 – NPPOD
25:24 – Oilers hire
30:55 – Review: Presumed Innocent
35:10 – Chicken wing gate
44:00 – WBD update
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Jabberwocky
By Lewis Carroll
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
LOVE THE INTRO