I dunno. There’s something about a guy who dresses up in game day gear and shades and does his podcast while he drives endlessly (and apparently aimlessly) around south Florida streets while he talks about the Hurricanes without ever stopping, ending up anywhere, never going through the drive through for a drink and something to eat.
Why? Did his wife get so fed up that she threw him out of the house, saying “take your **** Hurricane schtick and do it in the car”?
I mean, he never goes anywhere. Not to the library, not to the Publix, not to the strip club.
And what kind of Hurricane never gets so so agitated or excited that he never runs through a red line at some point?
I just don’t know.