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Dinners ready. Come and get it.

Competitive Eaters Gorge At Annual Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest Photo by Eduardo Munoz Alvarez/Getty Images

Damn it’s hot and I love all of it. See, the Texas Rangers a real baseball team, well at least for one more year anyways, and play out of doors, like the game should be played, where there are no fall out shelter concrete walls, roofs to block out the sun, or air conditioners that hang like stalactites and drip drip drip on you. It’s an inferno. It’s hellacious. And I love all of it.

Next door enormous ribs of steel are being stitched together by cranes, and concrete staircases are in place. 47 more. The cathedral shall be closed. 47 more. The games will become tasteless and bland and worst of all—cozy. Enormous screens. Some new sharp logo is on its way. I hate all of it.

Anyways, I’m taking a nap. The floor is yours to discuss whatever: Kawhi Leonard being Michael Jordan, potential Brian Gaine replacements, where I should hike out in Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons, summer plans, and how to find IT. Just remember the standard commenting rules apply.