Super Bowl Trilly: Day 3 of 5

Greetings all,

Back at it again, you know how this works by now. You can find Day 1 here and Day 2 here. I’ve kept you waiting long enough, here is Day 3:

Wednesday, January 30th

-After my Day 1 and 2 Lyft experiences, I have decided to drive myself. Good call by me. 5 stars.

-Dan Patrick came on the radio with us and it was maybe the most starstruck I’ve been since Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.

-Rashad Jennings also came on the radio and I wish I could hate him. But he’s just too nice of a person. He retired from a career as an NFL running back to win “Dancing With the Stars”, despite having no dancing experience. He then decided to become a New York Times bestselling author. You’re good at things, we get it.

-Today was Big Cat’s birthday so someone brought him a cake. Willie Colon decided to celebrate by eating a corner of the cake with his bare hands and killing back-to-back Bud Lights™ in one sip. Willie offered Rone and I some of the cake from his hand. We accepted his offer. The handcake was very good.

-Shoutout to my man Nick that showed up yesterday and blessed me with an unreleased Macon Bacon hat. Thank you.

-Liam slick gets these fits off. If you know, you know.

– I narrowly escaped death at the hands of Calvin Ridley. I heard he was coming in for radio and I was able to repel down the sides of the building before he was able to punch me repeatedly for slandering Julio Jones. Close call.

-Pup Punk is amazing and the show was phenomenal.

-Dana Greyjoy brought me several beers throughout the evening. This pleased me.

-I can’t speak for his boxing regimen or stamina, but Marty Mush is jacked. Noticeably much larger than the last time I saw him at the Christmas party. To be fair, I haven’t seen Matt Brown yet to comment on his physique but Mush has been on the weights and abstaining from alcohol. Something to keep in mind for Friday night.

-Hear me now, believe me later: Kate is a star.

-Performing “Drink Paint” live for an audience was good. Throwing things to the crowd was GREAT. I threw a few Pop Punk shirts to the audience and boy was it addicting. I started throwing things to the crowd that were not supposed to be thrown to the crowd. Pete’s vest. Andrew’s hat. And I was THIS close to just throwing Robbie Fox himself into the audience. They would have loved it.

Until tomorrow.