John is a little tuned up and looking to make up for a bad pod last week. He just took the dock out and shares wisdom from a financial planner and a young daughter. Because they know the truth. 

John is on his annual Cinco Grande guy’s trip in effortlessly cool, Santa Barbara. After 30 years of this tradition, he shares some wisdom and does a question-and-answer session with the guys. 

John wears shorts to steak night, had another tough session on his Blackstone, and reminds us all to get the turkey sandwich at Pezzo. 

It was cart path only for John down in Fort Lauderdale, he had a wonderful time on the maraschino cherry diet, even though he forgot to pack underwear. 

John gets his vegan friends a falafel waffle, which turns out not to be thoughtful. He also has to remind his wife that he can’t see his own butt. 

John and his wife have mixed feelings on “the season of death (Fall),” as the State Fair winds down. He reminds us to stay in one time zone and mix in a few mimosas at a drag brunch. 

John revisits a parable from his younger days, and wonders if he ever followed it. Plus, it’s State Fair Season and that means live music at Dino’s! 

John is in Boston taking care of his daughter. He wonders if a laugh track is all 2025 needs, and manages to sneak two drinks out of an Irish pub in coffee cups.  

John is still in his pajamas after celebrating another Joe Ryan victory. He also gave the people what they want with another boat mishap, this time involving his pinky ring. 

John’s wife beat him in golf, but he was sober. The Twins traded all their players, and it has Minneapolis feeling like Indianapolis. Also, we might not like trees anymore.