"I had a full head of hair when I came in here." said Brian Billick.
In a strange turn of events, guys that used to look like guys I might have trouble arm wrestling now look like guys that might break a hip if I sneezed near them.
"The hell we do!" said Howie Long. "Incidentally, where's my cane?"
It started with the lockout and ended with these three erstwhile gentlemen of the gridiron passing wind together in what appeared to be a who-can-go-the-longest-without-Grecian-Formula competition.
"Eh? Whaddya say?" said Brian Billick.
"I think he said something about an expedition." said Howie Long. "By the way, who the hell is this between us?"
"I have no idea."
"I'm Thom Brenneman." said Thom Brenneman.
"Eh? Whaddid he say?"
"Says his name is Don Benjamin." said Howie Long.
"Oh! I once had Johnny Cakes and Sarsparilla with a Phil Benjamin." Said Billick.
"Mmmm. Johnny Cakes. They don't make 'em like they used to." Said Howie Long.
"There sure don't" agreed Billick.
"I'm Thom Brennaman!" yelled Thom Brennaman.
"Hey pipe down, Don! We're not deaf!" said Billick.
"Yeah, cool it, Don, we've got a job to do here!" Said Howie Long. "Although, for the life of me, I can't remember what it is."
That's how most of the broadcast went. No thanks to Don Benjamin, who looked like he was lost in a pleasant but lengthy flatulation the whole time.
Long used to tear people's heads off for a living. So did Billick, figuratively.
Enjoy your youth while you have it folks. Blink, and it's gone.