Hour 4: Callers

Hey, Pa, I appreciate all the guys in the back and you for how good you are to us, man.

I really appreciate that.

And congratulations to Handsome Joe.

He dropped a couple F-bombs there by accident, but that was a bomb, dude.

That was my favorite call of the day.

Hey, Pa, word is down in Tuscaloosa that Greg Byrne ain't happy with me.

I got a source down there that Greg Byrne called me a fair weather fan.

So let me tell you something, Greg Byron.

Let me address you again since I didn't slap you enough going out of the building yesterday.

You ain't happy with me.

I ain't happy with you, dude.

We on mutual ground.

You know, they say there's somebody for everybody.

And clearly for you, dude, you know somebody is a psychiatrist.

Because you have lost your damn mind if you think old school Alabama fans are going to stand by and accept this crap.

Now, you need to know something about me.

I'm allergic to stupidity.

I break out in sarcasm.

And I will always test the original misconception I had of you, dude, that you wasn't able to do the job that you set out to do.

Last week, I just cried to the Indianapolis Colts, please fire Chris Bauer.

I've been crying out for four years.

The guy's so stupid, he drafted Anthony Richardson with the fourth pick of the draft.

The guy's so stupid, he traded two first-round draft picks to the New York Jets to get Sauce Garner, who ain't completed a full game yet without limping to the damn locker room.

And here you are six years later from the last national championship giving yourself a raise, dude.

Yeah, you've lost your damn mind calling me a fair weather fan.

Hey, Pa, I appreciate all the guys in the back and you for how good you are to us, man.

I really appreciate that.

And congratulations to Handsome Joe.

He dropped a couple F-bombs there by accident, but that was a bomb, dude.

That was my favorite call of the day.

Hey, Pa, word is down in Tuscaloosa that Greg Byrne ain't happy with me.

I got a source down there that Greg Byrne called me a fair weather fan.

So let me tell you something, Greg Byron.

Let me address you again since I didn't slap you enough going out of the building yesterday.

You ain't happy with me.

I ain't happy with you, dude.

We on mutual ground.

You know, they say there's somebody for everybody.

And clearly for you, dude, you know somebody is a psychiatrist.

Because you have lost your damn mind if you think old school Alabama fans are going to stand by and accept this crap.

Now, you need to know something about me.

I'm allergic to stupidity.

I break out in sarcasm.

And I will always test the original misconception I had of you, dude, that you wasn't able to do the job that you set out to do.

Last week, I just cried to the Indianapolis Colts, please fire Chris Bauer.

I've been crying out for four years.

The guy's so stupid, he drafted Anthony Richardson with the fourth pick of the draft.

The guy's so stupid, he traded two first-round draft picks to the New York Jets to get Sauce Garner, who ain't completed a full game yet without limping to the damn locker room.

And here you are six years later from the last national championship giving yourself a raise, dude.

Yeah, you've lost your damn mind calling me a fair weather fan.