I made a promise a few episodes ago, that I would refrain from yelling any further obscenities at basketball events but the competitive spirit of the moment overpowered me, and I let the dogs loose like Blake Shelton in God's Country last night. Didn't just offend referees and opposing coaches/players/fans, but I somehow managed to turn a fellow group of TarHeel fans against me somewhere in the non-ceasing, non-sensible onslaught of verbal attacks. If you're going to just sit there like a vampire on a log, do all of us real basketball fans a favor and sit that little hiney at the house, on your cigarette hole couch with a mask on and let somebody else that cares have that seat, please. They put a 90-year-old guy on the Jumbotron grasping a cane in his hand. He had more energy and life in his non-dominant hand than this bunch had put together. Real quick way to fire up ol Chester. Regardless, we made it through, didn't cuss anybody and didn't get picked up by my knee caps and thrown into the bushes, so all is groovy baby. Hope fate will bring us together again. That was the closest thing to a Valentine I had this year. One take to start this pod... Wish I wasn't dyslexic and nailed it the first time but a couple of those notes in there snapped. Get that Manek Merch, Coleman! We're driving up to see the big boy play in VA tomorrow, episode 39 coming soon..
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Chester Copperpot
