In which your boy recounts the initial meeting of Mrs. Puma and tops it all off with a classic tale of romance that I grew up on. It's all love and positive vibes this week baby! 

In which I give more thoughts of a negative manner to the vindictive commander in chief, think back about how I miss the old Kanye, straight from the go Kanye, Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye, and end with a little tribute to my friend. 

In which I get worked up talking about the Clementine Coward of  Pennsylvania Ave. Also even in the glow of the year of the Black  Quarterback coming to a successful end I still find time to lament the  lack of black coaches in the NFL.

In which I give my feelings on Kobe Bryant.

In which I lament the people who would have hated MLK during his  life, using his words for social media cache, Bernie Sanders being  Bernie Sanders and wrapping it all up with some thoughts on my dear  aunt.

In which the tangerine in chief gets these verbal hands, Richard  Sherman earns my respect even more so, and I make another shameless  attempt to get some Space Jam 11s.

In which I get back on these podcast streets. I lament the repetitive  performance of Ricky Gervais, gift you all with some hot fire and give a  fond farewell to David Stern.

In which I gift you all the the toddler-rific ramblings of the cub  while still finding time to rip on Trumpito, Tulsi Gabbard, and even  Meghan McCain gets a taste of this hot fire.

In which I recount some of my more fond birthday memories and a new one. Spoiler alert, my bounce back game from the new memory leaves much to be desired. But first I take time to throw a few barbs at one Tim Tebow. Again. 

In which your boy calls out the hypocrisy of a Mike Vick protest and gives some love to the young bloods out there being as weird as they want.