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.