Dez tries to expose Cy’s job and gets hit with the Captain America Cy-Black Box, then flexes the ankle rehab to a Hyrox pipeline while still pulling an Arizona Cardinals penalty, must have been that cursed shi*ty a*s stadium. Cy confesses he got Zyn-nuked in Vegas after Korean BBQ, we argue prop bets, Benito Spanish-only halftime, and an imaginary Alt American side show, then end with Seahawks love, Patriots slander, and the official championship plate draft (wings, pigs in a blanket, nachos, Frito pie, seven-layer dip, and emotional damage). LFG HAWWWWKKKS.

Dezi ghosts the cold open, Cyrus comes clean about going back to the Colts, we build a professional kill list, compare NFL teams to 2000s rappers, argue Seahawks vs Rams, and channel Kobe 81 energy while reminding everyone you still can’t guard us LFG.

Homework got assigned. Nobody studied.

We argue about Spotify, the Suns, and why TBT on a Wednesday is criminal.

Episode 69, sponsor still pending. Albeit, Joshua, don't be surprised if you get a $5 venny.

Yes. You’re seeing this right. Like MJ in '95, we’re back for a limited time. Come hang.

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the sixth of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (catch these hands and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the sixth of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so catch this chair and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the sixth of the month)

What's beef?
Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in I-C-U, one more time...

Congratulations Nuggets.

Inside of an Indian Household?!

"Straight to jail."

J Dot joins the pod.

If we go down 0-3 we're outta here.