Gentlemen, this meeting has been called to order ten goddamn years. It was so long ago I could actually afford to get into the hopper back then, hell, I could even afford to be a patron. In ten years. Let's see shit done a lot, done a lot. Got my first car, moved from Connecticut to South Carolina, adopted a cat, got a sweet job selling beer, got engaged, had that wedding called off two months prior
to its scheduled date. That was fun, which I guess is partially the reason why I can't afford to be a goddamn patron in all seriousness, though, no matter how long ago, without interacting with you guys, or sending you the money you deserve. You know, I've been with you since day one. Hell, I was with Jack since day zero, back in the SRN days when he'd be made fun of being a pro wrestling geek. And now it gets paid twice my yearly salary to talk about this carnial bullshit.
JP. You've completely and simultaneously ruined and improved how I view so many aspects of wrestling for the world, new laps to vins and real events were one and the same. We lapsed fan. Solar System members knew the goddamn truth. Thank you for the insane amount of hours of content that is maybe more evergreen than any college podcast in history. Thank you for being there for me when I needed some bullshit, fake sports discussion to distract me from the bullshit
realities of real life. I'll be forever praying to the altar of Lapstom and being a loyal soldier for you Fox, and one day I hope our paths cross in that same bullshit reality. I love y'all. I'll be a forever supporter you know that. Happy ten years, See down the road.