Apologies this wasn't posted earlier. After Spike and I recorded an Emergency Ricky right after the Sixers selected [INSERT DRAFT AND STASH BIG MAN, DON'T FORGET TO GO BACK AND INCLUDE HIS REAL NAME], I went home, ate a bowl of soup, and went to bed. Then I woke up with a tremendous migraine, powered through it to catch up on Twitter, and vomited my face off. #ThanksHinkie #ThanksObama
But before my body turned into a gelatinous mass of canned minestrone, I picked up the ol' microphone and recorded a podcast with Howard Eskin's traitor son.