We should do our first merch should be posting through it Comics.

Absolutely not.

So the 1st or the 1st?

So let's just get let let's just get to it, guys.

I know you guys want to you guys are doing the dishes.

You're in your car.

You want us to get to the to the heart of this.

This is really this is really the centerpiece of the pocket.

This is the single to release.

So I'm just going to read the title real quick.

And Jared, you can you can take the first paragraph, please.

The title is Jack Pozobic in all caps.

Colon, the Phillies, Karen and the Death of American Manhood.

Why we're losing our Nation 1 surrender at a time.

As a kid growing up in Norristown, nothing beat a summer night at Veteran Stadium or the Vet as we called it with my old man.

He loved taking us there, a true Philadelphia Phillies fan, and would bring my mom and little brother and the family as often as he could.

Dad was born in the 1950s, a true son of the City of Brotherly Love, Tough as nails, quick with a comeback, and built like he could go toe to toe with any Bleacher bum who looked at him sideways.

Fucking give me a fucking break, Jack.

He's like, Jesus Christ, man.

We'd snag seats in the upper deck, red hats on our heads, red hats on our heads, cheering for the Phillies, especially in 1993.

Like our lives depended on it.

And they did, in a way.

Those games weren't just baseball.

They were a ritual of grit where men stood their ground.

The fuck?

What does that even fucking mean?

Men stood their ground on a baseball diamond, Yeah.

I mean, I guess like.

Isn't that the idea?

I don't fucking understand.

Like families bonded over cold beer, Families bonded over cold beer with the children drinking.

1093, Mike.

Yeah, that's right.

I was there and soda and foul balls and nobody, nobody back down from a scrap over a ball.

Really.

Really.

They're just, people are just fucking just wailing on each other with fucking bats in the fucking stands over foul balls.

Well, we can.

We can all remember the 1993 Veteran Stadium massacre after a foul ball flew over third base.

Mass shooting over a ball.

It goes on.

One time I remember a drunk fan in the row behind us getting rowdy and spilling my dad's beer all over his lap during a tense 9th inning rally at the vet.

My father didn't flinch.

He turned around, stared the guy down and said.

You going to buy me a new one or do I got to take yours?

The guy laughed.

OK, yeah, this is also funnier just knowing that like, Jack uses a ghostwriter for everything anyway.

Yeah.

The guy laughed, handed over his fresh one, and that was that.

No apologies, no weakness.

That's the Philadelphia my father taught me to love.

The one where real men protected what was theirs, especially for their sons.

OK, the beer.

So much about the beer is the beer for Jack in this story.

There's so much fucking bullshit already.

All right, let's let, let's, let's start.

OK, first of all, there's a fresh beer in the 9th inning.

They stopped serving at the 7th dipshit.

Yeah, I, I mean, I, I, I'm going to like, let's say I don't actually know, is that, is that a newer rule?

But as far as I know that it's always been the case.

Second of all, even if they didn't and they sold beer in the 9th inning, like what is his dad?

How fucking loaded is his dad that he's got a fresh beer in the fucking 9th inning?

So Oh my God, I'm going to have to try these fucking kids home.

I better get one more.

The lack of specifics is so fucking telling here.

OK, it like he remembers the guy.

The guy had a fresh beer.

The beer was spilled, but it's just a rally in the 9th inning.

You don't remember what the fucking game was.

You don't know what the rally was.

It's just some generic rally.

He doesn't know what the fucking game was.

I I'm sorry but people remember those details.

Also, Jack Pesopic is 40 years old according to a quick Google search, so he would have been at most nine years old.

You're telling me he remembers the scene as a nine year old?

Yeah, I like his dad was like he's got like an anchor tattooed on both forearms.

Like he's fucking Popeye and he's like, hey, are you going to buy me a new one or what?

OK, Jack, again, Fast forward to today and that spirit, it's dead as the vet itself take the viral video from the recent Phillies game.

It's got everyone talking.

The so-called Phillies.

Karen who storms up to a father at his young son after the kid snags A foul ball.

The woman decked out in full entitlement mode.

What?

I don't understand what that is.

You're decked out in a mode.

I don't know.

But yeah, the I don't know.

I'm next time I'm next time I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm dressed up.

I'm going to say I'm decked out in full entitlement mode.

Demands the ball like it's her God-given right.

And what does the father do?

He Yanks it right out of his boy's glove and hands it over.

No stare down, no quote.

Back off lady.

No nothing.

Just surrender.

As I posted on X flag, if I was a referee, I'd throw a flag right here for citing citing your own X post.

As I posted on X, this is wrong.

She didn't take the ball at all.

It was handed to her by a weak father, and boy did that hit a nerve.

But it's not just about a $10 baseball $10.

This is a microcosm of why our nation is crumbling before our eyes.

We've got emasculated men everywhere, conditioned by a culture of shame and sensitivity training to fold at the first sight of conflict.

This dad, he didn't just give away a home run ball.

He handed over his dignity, his son's joy and a teachable moment in manhood.

What's the Freudian analysis of this?

This is just like, you know, it's just it's just the loss of the penis, right?

It's a, it.

Would it be the same same thing if a guy came over?

I mean, it's the it's the Karen.

It's like losing to the Karen.

As I tweeted in response to the excuses pouring in.

Jared, throw another flag.

This is another tweet.

Quote.

Yeah.

And all his father had to do was agree to be humiliated and disgrace his son in public.

Some of you are so far down the shame while you don't even know there's a light at the surface.

So he's agreeing with his.

Himself.

Yeah, he's yeah, This is, This is.

How I know he didn't write this?

This is a level of narcissism that you don't typically find in the wild.

Is he's having a conversation with his own tweet.

Exactly.

He's teaching his boy that when a domineering woman comes charging in, ah, there it is.

A woman fueled by that toxic mix of entitlement and unchecked aggression.

The proper response is to cave, to prioritize not making a scene over standing tall.

And make no mistake, this Karen isn't some outlier.

She's the new normal in a society where women like her run roughshod because men won't push back.

Oh yeah, look at the headline.

the United States so dominated, so dominated by women.

It's just like, you know, I mean, it's just, it's just, it's just pro Dom, pro dominatrixes with fucking whips, just like absolutely whipping men around as they ride their carriages through the through the streets of New York City every day.

From your lips to God's ears, Mike.

Look at the headlines from the fake news outlets piling on the New York Times and Newsweek, spinning it like she took the ball, as if the father wasn't complicit.

It's a lie that fits their narrative, portraying women as victims and men as perpetual villains who need to be tamed.

But in reality, this is the emasculation agenda in action.

Men neutered by HR seminars, soy lattes, and a media that shames any display of traditional masculinity.

So it is a penis thing.

This is this is like in Jack's eyes.

This dude like basically cut his Dick off and handed it to.

This lady, it's amazing.

I like the I love, I love this phrase, actually.

The emasculation agenda in action.

I would like to see Jack write about his mom.

I think we could probably also find some Freudian stuff in there.

Today we've got fathers who, instead of defending their turf, except signed bats as consolation prizes in parentheses, participation trophies.

Like that's going to make up for the lesson and weakness they just imparted.

As I put it bluntly, Philly again, it's his own fucking tweets.

Philly's Karen got the little boys baseball and both of his father's.

Oh well, we're getting there, right?

We got the emasculation agenda.

It's about wieners too.

Jack's got wieners on the brain.

This is on, you know, You know, it's too bad.

It's under the pay wall.

But if anybody can find the mistress, the pro Dom that Jack sees, please, we need to have her on the show because I think there's someone out there in the DC metro area who is who is just, you know, jabbing a candle in Jack's ass.

She walked away with three balls that night, folks.

Three.

Oh my God, I'm sorry.

I forgot this was even in there.

OK, I got to do.

Oh shit.

Sorry guys, I forgot this.

Oh man, she.

Walked that raw unfiltered shit that the pre.

This is what you get on the premium feed, folks.

She walked away with three balls that night, folks.

3 This isn't harmless.

It's the slow poison killing America.

When men won't stand up to petty tyrants like this, Karen, and a baseball game of all places, how can we expect them to defend our borders, our families, our very way of life?

Take us out.

Oh, here we go.

Our cities are overrun by crime because cops hesitate and criminals are let out.

Our schools are indoctrination camps because dads stay silent and our culture celebrates simps over warriors.

I'm telling you, Jack, as a proton.

I'm telling you, I'm telling you, he's simping for somebody for money.

When I think of the United States, I think, man, that's a place that really, really celebrates simps.

It was.

Kind of culture that has that is definitely not, you know, degrading term used.

I like how this I, I like this is how this is a cross between like some sort of femdom erotic story and like, also for some reason, like a like a, a, a, a shelved sequel to RoboCop, like a, like a just a, you know, our cities are overrun by crime because men have their balls removed by a Karen.

I'll take us out here.

Domineering women thrive in this vacuum, turning every interaction into a power play.

They win by default.

In the media, they amplify it, lying to protect the narrative that men are the problem.

I care about the country I live in.

That's why I keep calling this out.

Because if we don't reclaim that kind of grit, that unyielding fatherly resolve, we're done.

Our nation isn't collapsing from some external force alone.

It's rotting from within, one surrendered foul ball at a time.

So to every dad out there, next time a Karen comes for what's yours, channel my old man.

Stand up, fight back your son and your country.

Well, thank you.

Let's make America tough again, starting right here in the bleachers.

Oh my God.

Be like my dad.

Be like a fictional.

Who?

A drunk guy knocked a beer out of his hand and he said, hey, what the fuck you want?

You going to buy me a?

You want to buy me another beer?

I just want to say shout out to domineering women.

I got your back.

I got your fucking back, domineering women.