COVID is about as much fun as the Commanders' season. Thankfully, like my case of COVID, the football season is almost over.
We've hit 200 episodes. We shall talk nicely about our favorite teams. Ok, you know us better. We will do what we always fucking do.
Athletes getting into trouble. I know, fucking shocker.
Less sports talk as we shift our focus to the holidays, mortality, friendship, mental health and learning how to be more open to expressing our feelings.
I think this is the most on-brand we've ever been on this show.
We're talking politics tonight...Fuck that. Kidding. Sports talk.
We talk sports and other shit.
I get why my lovers hate me. Why do my teams hate me so much?
At least I'm not a fan of... shit. I'm a fan of the team that stinks of cat piss.
We back! A softer, kinder, gentler RobbUnfiltered has returned. Well, at least we've returned.