the commentary is traveling for you with the color analyst who kept me looking through. with a cocktail drawl, i am a sinker and a pump fake mouth you were a reacher uh oh, uh oh, this trophy is for hire. and uh oh, uh oh, these nights are tired of trying. we're living on borrowed nights these lakes are not oceans, trees are not forests and you're renting wanderers to dance in tinted windows, use our feet for us.