Ron Burgundy: Boy, that escalated quickly... I mean, that really got out of hand fast.
I'm talking, of course, about the latest episode of Just Talking to the Cornfield with Earl and The Colonel. We recorded it last Friday night in front of an audience of one (thanks, Sybil!), and frankly...it's wasn't exactly our shining moment in the sun. And by "our", I mean The Colonel. He was a bit drunk and often inappropriate. Then again, I confessed to peeing during the recording, so there's that. Lemme 'splain.
See, we decided to do the show on Friday night because I had stuff going on Sunday during our regular time. And we had a whole heap o' fun the previous time we recorded it on Friday. Cocktails were consumed, laughs were had, baseball was discussed. Glorious times, indeed. But this Friday, well...it all started downhill when we mentioned the hometown of Moonlight Graham from Field of Dreams. Chisolm, Minnesota. But I guess it sounded, um, er, how do I put this...like, um, jizm over the air waves. That's what our, ahem, audience thought anyway.
That devolved into something right out of the Howard Stern show. Thank God(dess) that Sybil is a good egg, because there was easily a chance for someone to get offended in there at one point.
Oh yeah, I also can't drink for an hour and a half straight without emptying my bladder. So that happens at one point too. Behind the scenes, and shit. You can't hear it, but it happens. I cop to the fact late in the show. Yeah...
Morbidly curious? Listen to the latest episode (or all of them) here on Talkshoe. Or here on iTunes. Two drunken idiots bringing their low-brow commentary to the world of baseball has never been more fun. Well, at least since Mickey Mantle and Billy Martin stopped drinking together.