Chris Whittingham

I do want to know.

That's correct.

That's correct.

My arms, what do I need my arms for?

I feel like Mike Tirico.

I need the pipes to be working.

There is no way you stop the bleeding and do all that is necessary after your arm gets chopped off to be ready for Champions League.

And by the way, everyone would understand if you missed that.

You know how many pain meds you would need after that?

But I could still grind it out.

You get the Vicodin, the Percocet, whatever you need, and I can still grind out a broadcast with one arm.

I will say, I won't accuse you of having COVID if that happens.

Right, because my arm will have been chopped off.

But I'm telling you, it's the worst thing that can happen.

And especially, honestly, the worst part is not actually doing the work with your voice.

It's the 48 hours before when you know, oh shit.

This, I'm about, I need to get the tea going, I need NyQuil going, I need DayQuil going, I need cough drops and enough tea to provide water for a small village.

That's what you need.

So that for me is honestly the worst part is knowing that, and also not talking to anyone.

You don't talk to anyone for the 48 hours before because it's all about preserving the voice for the two or the three hours.