Postgame Show: The Rob Ryan Tweet

We all watched DeVante Adams pull up, yet Sean McVay keeps him listed as questionable. Come on, man, it is fantasy playoff time, let us stash him on IR.

That is classic gamesmanship. You do not hand the Seahawks clarity if you can keep them guessing.

Zas, big headline: Mick Foley just walked away from WWE. How are you taking that?

Foley is fired up about WWE’s political ties after President Trump’s Rob Ryan tweets, so he ended his legends deal and said he could not do it in good conscience. Lots of people talk; he actually moved, and maybe that sets up an AEW chapter.

Is this like that photo at Rob Reiner’s place getting in your head and steering your dreams?

Exactly. I saw Billy Crystal outside the Reiner home, then he showed up in my dream, in bed with my wife, and I was the cuckold. That is how the brain stitches it together.

Shams says the Knicks will not do an NBA Cup banner raising at the Garden. The Lakers and Bucks put theirs up; the Knicks will just celebrate Friday at home.

Honestly, that tracks. Where would they even hang it between Taylor Swift and Billy Joel streaks, and why water down the Garden’s moments.

Is this just no pregame lift, but a banner still appears quietly?

Sounds like pure semantics talk, but this reads as no banner at all.

Knicks fans clowned the Lakers for raising theirs. Maybe they boxed themselves in.

A couple Vegas notes. My biggest regret is skipping Wizard of Oz at the Sphere when I could have gone, gotten good and zooted, and had my mind blown. Then I ran back to the loose slot with Michelle Beadle, went in hard, and she hit for one thousand six hundred dollars so big they handed her a voucher because they were out of cash at the machine, while I ended up down five hundred dollars after an earlier hot roulette run.

Polls. Can you fly in your dreams? Seventy four percent said yes. Is your wife a total stud? Seventy seven percent said yes. Have you ever woken up and then fallen back into the same dream? Sixty eight percent said yes.

I need to remember to try flying next time I realize I am dreaming.

When I fly, I do not leap from rooftops. I just lift off calmly like a standing Superman.

Same. Slow rise, no flapping.

No flapping. Come on.

Every guy who said his wife is not a total stud should answer for that.

Or the twenty three percent could be women in same sex relationships where they are the stud, so the wife is not.