Alright, listen—listen—LISTEN. I'm seeing all this chatter about "Masters 2026." Masters 2026! We're talking golf, right? Green jackets, pimento cheese sandwiches, all that jazz. We're in March of *2026* and people are already talking about *2026*? C'mon, boss. Don't do that. That’s not a mistake… that’s a lifestyle.
We just got done with the *last* Masters, like, five minutes ago, practically. And now we’re already looking at the *next* one? You see what I'm saying though? This is like planning your New Year's Eve party when it's still July. This isn't foresight, this is… well, this is our nominee. We got a strong nominee. For the Dumb Sh*t Award. Planning that far ahead for something that specific? That's crazy… but it's also you, internet. Tommy, tell 'em. Tell 'em they're out of control.