The Obfuscator

I’m not going to go back and forth with you (it’s football season for God’s sake!), but I can’t believe you’re actually denying this interaction so I’ll jog your memory: August of 2016, during the Olympics, at the (now shuttered) Intercontinental hotel, a couple blocks from the Fox lot off Pico. We had just finished a night show that no longer exists where (among other things) we debated the Summer Olympics (it was a bad segment because we didn’t have rights to the footage, so we could only show still pictures of what we were talking about) & went to have a drink/meal with a colleague who was on the show with us. The exchange I discussed happened in the lobby bar, at a table with said colleague, and then after I said what I needed to say to to you I went outside and bummed a cigarette off a valet. We haven’t spoken in person since. You know as well as I do this is 100% true, and verifiable, by the colleague that was with us and/or our then bosses who contemporaneously heard the story. We actually also had the same agent at the time, and you and I both know he heard the story and could confirm it as well. So, I’ll pull a page out of your book; I’ll bet you $1,000,000 I’m telling the truth. I assume you’ll pretend you never saw this tweet & continue the grift. And that’s cool, but we both know what the facts are. Also, let this be a reminder that while you have found an amazing lane where you often are actually the smartest guy in the room, this ain’t that lane. So my advice would be to tread carefully.