WILL SOMEONE FIX JOHN CLAYTON'S CABLE FOR FUCKS SAKE???? HE'S IN THE HALL OF FAME!!!!

Here I am about to load up today's episode of Boozin Burgers as I do when I wind down before bed and what do I see but John Clayton having an absolute crisis on the timeline. A crisis so big I don't even think Big Cat can fix it. John Clayton is in the HALL OF FAME and Directv is fucking him over, stopping him from watching the Super Bowl. And you know what, I stand with John here and think it's crazy if you don't. Why? Because cord cutting is HARD. I was trying to get my ESPN+ on a friend's smart TV the other day and could not believe the hoops I had to jump through. Log into the app, get a special code, type that into the TV, log into a website, complete a puzzle, go back to the app, confirm my password through a code, and then finally after one last text could I get ESPN+ on that TV. Was the biggest hassle in the world and I'm from the era of people who supposedly understand this sort of technology. Not me, buster brown, so certainly not John Clayton.

If I'm Directv or Cox TV I show up tomorrow with the best damn cable guy this side of Chip Douglas (amazing reference, Nate. It's god damn 11:35 at night and you're pulling out Chip Douglas references? Atta boy!) and fix this for John. Bring him whatever he needs, set it up for him, make him lunch, scrub his bathtub, and never let this happen again. Motherfuckers.

PS: GOAT commericla.