Broken bones and dulcet tones

The sun set on an open field, grass trimmed neatly and an opposing soccer goal at either end made up the agreed upon location in which the battle would take place. The lines were drawn, the teams were picked. One fight would decide the ultimate ownership of the podcast. Gravy and I entered, eyeing our opponents, our coworkers, our friends. The audience roared...well they would have if there was anyone there to watch. We met at centerfield, shook hands (Gravy is a very talented boy), took our sides and waited for the whistle...one that never came... Happy Thanksgiving! See you next week! -Miah - Follow us on Twitter for bonus pod content: https://twitter.com/TalkToMePod - Links to the rest of our socials: https://talktomepod.com