Thursday, August 11, 2022

JUST ANOTHER FANBOY CLASSICS #27



Today on JAF Classics I take you back to February 28, 2007 and Episode #27 of the original run of Just Another Fanboy.

The episode opens with a bit of talk regarding The Challenge of the Super Friends cartoon before getting into the meat of the episode:

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Comic Book Picks of the Week - Green Arrow #71, Astonishing X-Men #20, and Justice Society of America #3

At the Movies With Gary Indiana - Open Season

30 Seconds of Nonsense

The View From Norman Oklahoma in which Norman tells a story that's more than a little weird.


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Wednesday, August 10, 2022

OUR ADVENTURE CONTINUES 023

"JUMPING THE SHARK"



This strip (and commentary below) was originally published on April 9, 2013 over at www.ouradventurecontinues.com



Harold and I are, by no means, fans of reality TV.

While I can certainly understand the lure of some of the shows out there, it's just really not for me.

However, I do have to be honest and let you all know that I did enjoy me some Hell's Kitchen, but my daughter won't let me watch it anymore because they all use such bad language.

Plus, I have to admit that I've never actually watched Jersey Shore or Honey Boo Boo, but from what little I've seen, I really feel like I'm not missing much.



I'm going to go on the record and say that in Season Four of Downton Abbey, they will jump the shark when they are invaded by aliens.

That is all.





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Tuesday, August 9, 2022

JUST ANOTHER FANBOY CLASSICS #26



Today on JAF Classics I take you back to February 21, 2007 and Episode #26 of the original run of Just Another Fanboy.

Here are the original show notes from 15 years ago:

With Steeven in the hospital after taking a gunshot in the clavicle, Norman and Gary take over and bring you the worst show in podcasting history

Show Notes

- Previously on Just Another Fanboy

- Intro, a phone call from Steeven, and an excitement announcement.

- Steeven's Comic Book Picks of the Week - New Universal #1, New Avengers #27, and Dark Tower: The Gunslinger Born #1.

- Listener's Feedback - Folks from the board chime in about Episode 25

- A Word From Our Sponsor - The I-Fene, the first ever fully functional Caffeine I-V drip for the office environment.

- News and Information You Could Have Easily Gotten For Yourself With Just A Little Effort - We scour the web for comic book news so you don't have to.

- At the Movies With Gary Indiana - Gary gives you his top favorite comic book movies.

- The View From Norman Oklahoma, a weekly segment in which our resident bitter old fanboy pisses and moans regarding the state of the comic book industry, and just about anything that generally pisses him off - This week Norman has a thing or two to say about the DC Countdown.

- Outro and ways to spread the Fanboy love.

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Monday, August 8, 2022

THE SUPERMAN SUPER SHOW 017



Superman investigates the poor construction of the city's subway tunnels only to discover an old foe lurking in the shadows.

All this and more as Ed and Steeven talk about Superman Meets the Ultra-Humanite, the Superman story that appeared in Action Comics #14, which was published by DC Comics with a cover date of July, 1939.

Beyond that Ed and Steeven talk about all the fun stuff we have going on over at the Just Another Fanboy Message Boards and how you can be a part of that.

Story synopsis provided by: dc.fandom.com


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Sunday, August 7, 2022

THEN A PENGUIN WALKED IN #8



The following comes from Then A Penguin Walked In and Other Tall Tales, currently on sale digitally and in paperback.

CHAPTER EIGHT: THE CAPTAIN'S DOUBT

A STIR OF EMOTIONS rippled through the assembled crowd. It started as a whispered buzz, moved to a nervous chatter, climbed a level to a steady babble, and then finally rose in crescendo to the bombastic roar of contrary howling.

The dark woman with the sword ignored it all. She only had eyes for Dominick, and not in the way that romantics spend most of their waking moment dreaming about. The eyes that took him in held anger, suspicion, mistrust, a bit more anger, contempt, and another dash of anger.

Dominick took an involuntary step back.

Queen Genivene stood and the howling of the crowd died down to an annoyed murmur.

“Captain Ovati,” the Queen addressed the angry woman. “You doubt this man’s claim?”

“I do, my Queen,” the woman, Captain Ovati, said.

“He bears the Mark,” the Queen said. “He wields the sword. Yet still, you doubt?”

“I do, my Queen.” The Captain never took her eyes off of Dominick.

“What’s happening?” Dominick said.

“That’s Captain Ovati,” Vivian said quietly into his ear, her voice that of one filled with deep disgust. “She’s in charge of Queen Genivene’s Royal Guard.”

“I have spoken for this man,” the Queen said. “Do you doubt my word?”

“No, my Queen,” the Captain said. “I do not doubt your word. But it is my job to ensure your safety, and in turn, the safety of Haven.”

“Only the One can wield Arakis,” Vivian glided toward Captain Ovati. The look on the little pixie’s face like that of someone forced to smell something unpleasant. “To any other it is just a sword. But in the hands of the One, well... Such power is indescribable.” Vivian smiled.

“You may speak true, fae,” the Captain said, finally turning from Dominick to face Vivian. “But there is little doubt to me, and to those present, that this man has proven nothing more than he can lift Arakis above his head. I see no proof that he can harness the power of the black sword. I have the right to challenge. If this Dominick Hanrahan is truly the One, then he will be more than up to it.”

“What’s happening?” Dominick repeated.

“The Captain has challenged your claim,” Vivian said. “She demands more proof that you are, in fact, the One.”

“Proof? Okay, what do I need to do?”

Captain Ovati had gone back to staring at Dominick with a critical eye. She had an old scar that drew a white line from above her right eye, down to the middle of her cheek.

“You must fight her,” Vivian said.

“What?” Dominick looked from the Captain to the pixie, then back to the Captain.

He tried not to focus on her battle-scarred armor or the way the grip of her sword looked to be worn with continuous use. He tried not to notice the way she continued to study him, like a bug she was about to step on. He even tried to screw up his courage in anticipation of the inevitable fight between the two. But after all that he’d been through today, he decided just to give himself over to instinct and fall apart.

He threw his hands into the air.

“Okay, I’m done,” Dominick said to everyone, his voice reaching even those on the other side of the hall. “This was fun and all, what with the monsters that tried to kill me and stuff. Oh, and the impending threat of single-handedly standing against a person that each of you fear down to your toes. But I have come to the official end of my rope.”

The members of the Triumvirate frowned and Queen Genivene sat down.

“I want to thank everyone for the lovely bath, the sword, the ring, and the wonderful new clothes, but I think it’s time for me to take my ball and go home. I’m done. I’ve had enough. I’m ending this farce here and now. You’ve all been great company, but I’m going to go.”

He began to back out of the hall.

“If you need me for anything further, you can of course give me a call. I’ll leave my number with the secretary out front. But keep in mind that I like to screen my calls.”

He bowed, then turned and waved to the crowd.

“Hanrahan out, people,” Dominick said, then turned to leave.

“See,” Captain Ovati’s voice sounded from behind him. “He is not the One. He’s just another scared little man.”

Dominick spun to face her, heat rising in his face.

“Darn tootin’ I’m scared,” he said. “I’m a fry cook from Kansas. I’m no soldier.” He moved toward her. “I’ve never even been in a fist fight, much less one involving swords and magic and junk. I prefer to avoid confrontation. And you want me to what, cross swords with you? It’s pretty obvious that you’ve been in a few scrapes yourself. Does that sound fair? Oh, and if that’s not enough, I have to fight the Boogie Man as well? No thanks, Lady. Not this guy.”

“Dominick,” Vivian said, gliding toward him. “We are depending on you.”

“I’m sorry, Vivian,” he said. “I’m not your guy. I’m just not.” He kept his eyes locked on Captain Ovati.

“You’re a fool for putting your hope in this sorry excuse for a man, fae,” Ovati said, spitting the words out like spoiled meat.

“Yeah,” Dominick said. “I am at that. I make no excuse for it. As a wise spinach-eating sailor once said: ‘I am what I am and that’s all that I am.’”

“Dominick,” Vivian said.

“I’m going to go now,” he cut her off.

“Coward!” Ovati yelled. Then in one smooth motion, before Dominick could react, she drew her sword and swung it at his head.

He flinched, closed his eyes, and waited for the inevitable. There came a clanging sound near his head, which made him jump, but there was no accompanying pain.

This is what death must feel like, he thought. Painless.

The idea of a painless death, of just ending things here and now in such an easy way made him smile. That was when he heard a collective gasp all around him.

He opened an eye and found something so surprising that he had no choice but to open his other eye and stare in slack jawed amazement.

First, he wasn’t dead. That was astounding enough. But what was even more amazing was the reason behind his miraculous survival:

There, in his hand, was Arakis, the blade drawn up before him and blocking the Captain’s sword, preventing it from taking off the top half of his head. He was rather fond of his head, most especially the top half, so the relief he felt—regardless of how it was able to come to pass—was quite profound.

Captain Ovati, however, did not look impressed. If anything his unexpected escape from death only enraged her further.

She thrust the point of her sword at his heart. Arakis was there to deflect the blow. She swung down in a chopping motion. Dominick stepped back and Arakis glided swiftly into place, knocking her blade aside.

Yet still she continued, pushing him back with the cold viciousness of her attack. Regardless, for every trust of her sword, his was there to block. He moved without thought, as if on some instinctual level he knew exactly what he was doing, like he’d been training for this moment all his life.

It was like a dance, each one moving in concert with the other, flowing through forms meant to kill or defend. Dominick couldn’t explain it. He seemed to know, to anticipate, where the Captain’s blade was going to be and was therefore able to have his own in place to slap aside every thrust, swing, and slice.

And yet, despite his miraculous defensive techniques, Dominick continued to retreat.

“We don’t have to do this, Captain,” he said, knocking aside another thrust. “People where I come from like to sit down and talk through their problems.” He wasn’t even breathing heavily. “That, or shoot at each other.”

The Captain didn’t respond, she only pressed harder, her face a mask of determination.

Then it happened. As Dominick stepped backwards, away from her onslaught of violent hatred, he tripped. Suddenly he was falling. As if in slow motion he could see the toothy smile that split the Captain’s face and before he landed with a thud on his bottom, she was on him.

A collective gasp sounded from all around him.

She took her sword in both hands and swung it down with such force that Dominick could almost hear the whistle it made as it split the air. And so, as he tumbled from his bottom to his back, he flung Arakis up before him and prepared himself for death.

Yet, as Captain Ovati’s steel blade met the black blade of Arakis, there came an explosion as the steel of her sword gave way and shattered, throwing the Captain back to land in a heap a few feet away. The sound of thunder roared through the hall and a bolt of lightning, coming as if from nowhere, struck the tip of Arakis, causing the blade to glow white hot before the room fell into silence.

No one moved as the dust settled around them. Dominick sat up and looked from the sword to the Captain, his eyes wide with shock.

“Holy sh—” but he was cut off as the sound of a blaring horn echoed through the hall.

“Oh no,” Vivian said as Ovati pulled herself to her feet.

“What?” Dominick said.

“It’s the alarm,” Ovati said.

“The alarm? For what?” Dominick said.

Ovati brushed herself off. “It means that Lord Hob and his armies have arrived to kill us all.”

To be continued...

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Friday, August 5, 2022

MY OTHER PODCAST 007



Today I'm talking about a limited series comic book that didn't seem to have an ending.

The comic Comet Man 1-6 by Bill Mumy, Miguel Ferrer, Kelley Jones, Gerry Talaoc, Daina Graziunas, Bill Oakley, and Bill Sienkiewicz.

Comet Man was published by Marvel Comics from October 1986 to March 1987.

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Thursday, August 4, 2022

JUST ANOTHER FANBOY CLASSICS #25



Today on JAF Classics I take you back to February 14, 2007 and Episode #25 of the original run of Just Another Fanboy.

Here are the original show notes from 15 years ago:

Here it is folks, the hour long landmark 25th episode.

This week I throw my regular format out the window and sit down with my wife to talk about Just Another Fanboy, and anything else that enters our minds.

We chat and play clips from previous episodes as well as Happy 25th wishes from such esteemed podcasts as Comic News Insider, Comic Timing, Raging Bullets, Quiet! Panelologists at Work, and Comic Geek Speak.

Plus, you gotta stick around for the end to witness the first ever comic book podcast cliffhanger!!!! If you don't stick around to the end, you just may miss it.

And hey, I even manage to review a comic.

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Wednesday, August 3, 2022

THEN A PENGUIN WALKED IN #7



The following comes from Then A Penguin Walked In and Other Tall Tales, currently on sale digitally and in paperback.

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE TRIUMVIRATE

DOMINICK SHOOK LIKE ONE of those coin operated motel beds as he stepped through the doorway. The room beyond was like an amphitheater, but not the type of place you’d catch Bon Jovi playing. This was more like the kind of room where he imagined Shakespeare was performed back in William’s day.

He estimated that the theater seats, benches that wound about the perimeter of the room like a horseshoe, seated about five hundred or so, and there wasn’t an empty seat in the house.

Dominick had entered the theater from under the curve of the horseshoe and now stood in an open area with wood floors in which the horseshoe surrounded. Like a Bon Jovi concert, it was standing room only on the floor, elbow to elbow, except for a path through the center of the crowd that had been held back by two rows of soldiers. Fortunately, the crowd was somewhat docile, unlike a Bon Jovi concert, and the soldiers needed only to stand to form the barrier between the Dominick and the motionless masses.

The path the soldiers had cleared was wide enough to allow four of Dominick to walk along side by side without worry of anyone crowding anyone else’s personal space. But he stood in the path alone, a fact that only made him feel like bug under a microscope as all eyes turned to him.

The open end of the horseshoe—the area in which the path ended—sat not a stage as one would see if we were to continue along with the Bon Jovi analogy, but a dais. Though what is a dais really but a stage? On the dais sat five large chairs, thrones to be exact, and each one of them was occupied.

The Triumvirate.

Dominick swallowed and moved forward at a cowardly shuffle, taking in the faces around him, smiling politely each time he caught a pair of eyes in his own. It appeared that all five of the races represented by the Triumvirate were in attendance today, and they all watched him closely, but with varied expressions.

Some of the faces showed excitement and joy. Some beamed with hope and resolve. Others were the more clinical examinations of the undecided. A few even radiated disbelief and anger. Those he flinched away from as he continued his way across the hall.

Dominick had reached the midway point between the doors and the dais when a shudder ran through him as something buzzed loudly in his ear.

“Dominick Hanrahan,” said a high-pitched voice, cutting through the sound of buzzing wings.

Dominick jumped and spun, his hand going instinctively to the hilt of his sword—a fact he found more surprising than the sudden voice—and there, hovering just inches away, her form almost lost among the crowd behind her, floated a fairy in a green ball gown.

“Vivian,” he exclaimed in a choked whisper. “What are you doing? You nearly scared the life out of me.”

“I have come to guide you through the ceremony,” she said.

Dominick let out a relieved breath.

“Thank God,” he said. “I was about to have a heart attack or something I’m so nervous.”

“Worry not, Dominick Hanrahan. I will be with you every step of the way.”

“You have to stop with this ‘Dominick Hanrahan’ nonsense already,” he said. “It’s Dominick, please.”

“Okay,” she said. “Dominick it is. Now, why don’t we get moving, the crowd is getting restless.”

He continued on down the path through the people of Gund, trying his best to ignore the looks thrown at him.

“Do you see that mark there on the floor ahead?” Vivian, hovering just above his right shoulder and speaking softly in his ear, gestured casually with one hand.

There, on the floor, about three feet from where the Triumvirate sat, a glowing white circle appeared, about the size of a basketball.

“Yeah,” he said as the mark disappeared.

“You will walk to that spot and go down on your right knee, your head bowed.”

“Okay,” he said.

“Rest your left arm across your left knee, and keep your other hand at your side. It is important that you keep it away from Arakis.”

“Arakis?”

“Your sword.”

“I thought it was Arkonus?”

Vivian sighed. “The name of your sword is Arakis, not Arkonus.”

“Okay, not Arkonus, got it.”

“Can you do what I have described?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I think so.”

“Repeat the instructions back to me.”

“We’re almost there,” he said.

“Repeat them back,” she said, her tone like that of an impatient school teacher.

“Okay, fine,” he said. “I go down on one knee—”

“You’re right knee,” she interrupted.

“My right knee,” he said, letting a bit of irritation into his voice. “And I bow my head, my left arm on my left knee, and my right at my side and most especially away from Arkonus.”

“Arakis,” she hissed.

“Arakis,” he said. “Right.”

“Good,” she said, sounding satisfied. “It is important that you not stray from ceremony.”

“I’ll do my best,” he said.

So, as he reached the spot on the floor where the circle had appeared, he knelt, his arm and hand going to their prescribed places.

He waited.

Nothing happened.

He could hear murmurs from the crowd behind him.

“What do I do now?” He whispered between clenched teeth.

“You wait,” Vivian said.

“Wait for what?”

Suddenly there was a pounding that reverberated through the wood floor beneath him.

“That,” Vivian said.

Dominick looked up to see a bald man with a long, white beard, wearing official-looking blue robes that hung to the floor. He clutched a thick, wooden staff—topped with a five pointed star—which he pounded forcefully on the floor. Five times he pounded the staff.

“Head down,” Vivian hissed.

Dominick dropped his eyes. “Who is that?”

“He is the Crier, the voice of the Triumvirate. Now hush,” Vivian said as the old man began to speak.

“The Prophecy speaks of The One who will come to us from the Ancient World. He will bear the Mark of the Three and harness the might of the storm. The One will have the power to hold dominion over us all, but the heart and wisdom to serve.”

The Crier paused and Dominick could feel the people around him being sucked into the old man’s words. What was once a hall filled with the idle conversations of those waiting for the show to begin was now so quiet that his own breaths rang in his ears like the sound of thunder.

“The Prophecy tells us that The One will come to us in a time of our most dire need,” the Crier continued. “And that he will light the way with a blade as black as night. He will be the first, but not the last, and he will bear the standard of peace.”

Dominick felt an itch forming at the base of his nose and he fought the urge to scratch.

“And though the Prophecy tells us that the coming of The One will signal a time of war and despair, he will be the instrument that will finally bring peace to the land.”

The itch grew fiercer and Dominick crinkled his nose back and forth in rapid succession. 

“Know that the day spoken of in the Prophecy has arrived,” the Crier said. “Know that The One has come at last.”

“Stand,” Vivian whispered in his ear.

Dominick rose to a collective gasp from the crowd.

“Tremble before his might,” the Crier called, his arms held high, the staff in one hand. “Feel the power of our salvation!”

This last echoed out around Dominick and silenced the mutterings and cries of the crowd.

“Speak thy name so that we may know thee,” the Crier said.

“I am Dominick Hanrahan,” Dominick said following Vivian’s prompting.

“Dominick Hanrahan, I present you to the Triumvirate.” The Crier turned and swept a hand toward the throne at the end of the dais to Dominick’s right. There sat a woman in a gown of deepest blue, a simple crown of beaten gold perched atop red curls.

“Lady Genivene of the Triumvirate, Queen of Riat, I present to you Dominick Hanrahan. The One,” the Crier said.

Queen Genivene gave a slight bow of her head. “We welcome you, Dominick Hanrahan, and embrace you as a brother.”

“I am honored to be seen under the eyes of the Queen of Men,” Dominick repeated the words Vivian spoke into his ear. “I pledge to you my hand and heart.” He touched his right hand to his heart and bowed.

“Lord Honrig Stonechurch of the Triumvirate,” the Crier called, his hand sweeping to the next throne where sat a small and stocky man with a wild beard of black. “King of the Dwarven kingdom of Thondril the Under Realm, I present to you Dominick Hanrahan. The One.”

The King of the dwarves nodded. “We welcome you, Dominick Hanrahan, and embrace you as a brother.”

“I am honored to be seen under the eyes of the King of Dwarves,” Dominick said, again repeating what Vivian spoke for only him to hear. “I pledge to you my hand and heart.” As with the Queen, he touched his right hand to his heart and bowed.

Next was a tall slender woman in the third chair. Her hair was long and the same shade of green as her skin, like that of a field of grass. “Roberta Green Tree, First Lady and Queen of the Fae,” said the Crier. “I present to you Dominick Hanrahan. The One.”

The Fairy Queen smiled broad and wide, showing her yellow teeth, and gave Dominick a thumbs up. “We welcome you, Dominick Hanrahan, and embrace you as a brother.”

“I am, uh,” he floundered for a moment. The thumbs up had thrown him off. “I am honored to be seen under the eyes of the Queen of Fae,” Dominick said. “I pledge to you my hand and heart.” He touched his right hand to his heart and bowed.

Dominick then turned to the next one along.

The troll.

As the Crier began speaking, Dominick stole another glance at Roberta Green Tree. She threw him another thumbs up, still smiling.

“Kendrick of the Triumvirate, Chieftain, son of Glamdir the Giant Slayer, brother of Falbur the Bright, nephew of Jontrin the Not So Bright, and cousin of Nilton the Hider of Other 

People’s Things,” said the Crier. “I present to you Dominick Hanrahan. The One.”

Kendrick, even sitting, towered over the rest of the Triumvirate. A course brown fur covered every inch of the troll’s body but the area around his eyes and nose. The fur at his chin, 

his beard, was done together in two long, thick braids, and when he spoke, his voice rumbled like an avalanche in a thunder storm. “We welcome you, Dominick Hanrahan, and embrace you as a brother.”

“I am honored to be seen under the eyes of the Chief of Trolls,” Dominick said. “I pledge to you my hand and heart.”

“Lord Uto of the Triumvirate,” the Crier called, reaching the last of the rulers on the dais. “Elf Lord. I present to you Dominick Hanrahan. The One.”

Lord Uto had a savage look about him that made the Troll Lord seem like a big stuffed bear. He dressed in tanned animal hides and wore pale white beads around his neck. He was bald and his pointed ears reached almost a full two inches above his hairless pate. His almond eyes were blue like the clear sky, and his smile... Dominick thought for a moment that the elf was going to go for his throat when he showed his teeth.

“We welcome you, Dominick Hanrahan,” Lord Uto said in a quiet voice that took hold of Dominick’s heart with an icy grip. “And embrace you as a brother.”

Dominick tried to repress a shudder, but found himself failing under Lord Uto’s gaze. “I am honored to be seen under the eyes of the Elf Lord,” Dominick said. “I pledge to you my hand and heart.”

“Rejoice, People of Gund,” the Crier called out to the assembled. “The One has been so named and accepted into our embrace.”

The crowd roared and for a moment, Dominick felt better than he’d had at any point in his life. He felt accepted, needed.

Then she stepped from the crowd.

She was beautiful with dark skin and even darker hair. She wore leather armor covered in the scars of battle and her hand rested on the hilt of a sword that rode at her waist like was a part of her. She walked with the grace of a stalking panther and eyed Dominick like so much meat to be hunted and devoured.

The assembled celebration died as she stepped to Dominick.

Though he was taller by at least two inches, she made him feel small under her gaze.

“Um,” Dominick said as everyone around him went quiet.

She only looked him in the eyes and spoke.

“I challenge this man’s claim.”

To be continued...

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Tuesday, August 2, 2022

JUST ANOTHER FANBOY 284



Today I want to talk about 90s comics.

Or at least, I want to start Part One of a series of episodes in which I talk about some of my favorite comics from the 90s.

Or at least, those books I remember being very fond of back in the 90s.

In this episode I'm talking about New Mutants #87 by Louise Simonson, Rob Liefeld, Bob Wiacek, Joseph Rosen, and Michael Rockwitz.

This issue was published by Marvel comics and hit the stands on January 9, 1990, kicking off this whole glorious 90s comics thing.

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Monday, August 1, 2022

THE SUPERMAN SUPER SHOW 016



The Kents adopt Clark, the intro to the story in Action Comics makes a bit more sense, and Superman takes the elevator.

All this and much more as Ed and Steeven talk about a story they are calling Superman Get's a Job, the Superman story that appeared in Superman #1, which was published by DC Comics with a cover date of June, 1939.

But first, the two fellas spend a little time opening the episode with some talk about bowling and disc golf.

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