James

Sunday, February 14th.

Hold on.

Let me turn the shower off.

Hold on.

Hey, guys.

What's up?

What's up, Hirsch?

So listen, I don't know.

I was going to call you guys about calling Anthony Towns, but I feel like I need to tell you guys my OJ story from June 17th of 94 because you were talking about OJ before.

So June 17, 94, the summer before I started dating my wife, so I was still young and single and living large.

I was out with my derelict friends.

And by the end of the day, whatever you were drinking, like say it was pineapple, you'd just be drinking straight pineapple, but it was soaked in vodka.

So long story short, by 1030 that night, Knicks game five, Houston Rockets finals.

They start putting on the the thing of the O.J.

chase.

And me and my boys, we're all hopped up on pineapple vodka.

We are out of our minds and we are going crazy rooting for O.J.

because we loved O.J.

O.J., the Hertz Airport guy and that.

No, it was when my father told me that if I didn't flip my side, I would have to move out of the house.