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Anthony, Bilf, Chicago (Anthony,you'll already know this): Seattle is as happy as Chicago to see this Sunday Nighter, what with the end of three baseball seasons today and stuff.

I want to throw twenty shoes in a row into Chicago's teeth when I imagine the disdain for salt, being adjacent to a gigantic body of water. Errrrr.

How are the seeds popping Back East? You get laughed at in Seattle if you don't have a minimum-sized bong. Over your way, it's like: Hey, check out this way I figured out how to burn this Reddenbacher strain on this kitchen knife. Pretty awesome.