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Let's go to our favorite guy.

The one I mentioned, Mr. Knee bump.

Do you know, what do you think of Kevin Knight? The man with the silent entrance, huh? He comes out every time as Carmelo Hayes, a black guy with an unbuttoned shirt, and then he'll take the shirt off and he'll have the dread still.

So love the gimmick, bro.

And they didn't do a medical on him.

And I got the story from- Knee.

Knee.

There you go.

I got the story from the dogs.

Uh-huh

... we literally have the expression knee-jerk reaction.

Do you say that in Spanish? Reacción de, de rodilla.

I don't know what you say.

Uh, acto reflejo.

Okay, let's start with the games then.

So first game of the week, and this episode is named Knee-Chirky Reaction because there was a bit of it after the first two game weeks.

Even we were sucked into it a little bit, talking about whether Haaland would do it.

We should have known he'd come out and score two.

Um, I feel like almost folks out.

I mean, uh greco is pretty good for mma in terms of the cage In terms of the cage and in terms of keeping your hips close to prevent Knees and and different things in the clinch that could happen Um, so greco wrestlers are definitely more comfortable with keeping their hips in in comparison to folk style wrestlers and freestyle wrestlers I think um In terms of me being a freestyle wrestler going to folk style, sometimes depending on the match, depending on who you wrestle, wrestlers are okay.

Freestyle wrestlers are okay with getting taken down once.

And then, you know, holding parterre and then getting called back up by the referee.

Uh, there was-

Knee, a real knee slapper

... pe- people were slapping their knees.

Ooh.

Beloved one and sweet, it ever seems to me that when we chance to meet my soul is lost to thee enough of paradise if ever i might sit and gaze into thine eyes and drink thy ready wit To search the livelong night for truth among the stars, To send from light to light high thought in flaming cars, Such is a pleasure keen that is not all of earth, While mighty lords careen in their proud fields of worth.

oh not within thy heart the plant of woe sustain but bid the seedling start of joy and mark the gain and like a garden fair the blossoming shall be with every fragrance there to cheer and comfort thee thou settest many snares wherein our feet may fall and sayest whoso fares this way shall lose his all since thou dost know how weak thy children are o lord what credit shouldst thou seek from those who are restored the way thou goest friend the yet unborn shall go on unto the end of this delusive show and soon the potter's hand will shape thy shapeless clay as fancy may demand weep thou or smile to-day happy is he o friend that never mounts to fame nor sees his fellows bend at mention of his name since better tis to reign possessor of the crown of quiet peace than gain the kingdom of renown yea like unto a face o lovely rose thou art in which celestial grace is mirrored from the heart a dear familiar friend thou seemest unto me in whom there is no end of love and charity drunk with the dross of earth how sodden we become to things of active worth and blind and deaf and dumb bubbles and butterflies man chases to his doom drowns woe in woe and dies a tomb within a tomb not to the small of heart nor to the cheap of wit is given the honored part with the elect to sit who knoweth not the rose unto its soul is lost a worm that in it grows yet is a worm at most thou only lord canst ope the gate revealing thee thou only art the hope the fount that saveth me my hand in thine alone with confidence i place though dark the great unknown and hidden be thy face lo drunken with a dream i wasted half my life in drifting down the stream that knew nor toil nor strife alas the dreadful cost i fear me in this hour to age is wholly lost the fruitage of the flower Knee deep we wade in sin, and thy commandments break, and in this worldly din forget thee and forsake.

Yet when beset by shame and victims of our pride, we curse thy holy name and pierce thy tender side.

engrossed with this vain world and blind to higher things if to destruction hurled i would not ask for wings thus for a stoup of wine i pawned myself as wage the tapster said in fine lo what a perfect gage while nightingales have sown with song the shadows deep how many nights have flown nor touched our lids with sleep before the breath of day shall waken hearts to pain go not for once away how many nights shall wane two things are wisdom's base and time's eternal glory the safeguard of the race and triumph's laurel story believe not all that's writ of man or god or devil and never flank your wit with forces kin to evil O haughty devilty, art thou the rod of scorn that thou shouldst leer at me, and be my rose's thorn? Away! And with thee take cant and hypocrisy.