Last night after the C aps lifted the Stanley Cup & we finished recording Hi Haters on SiriusXM, Channel 85 (#AD), Chaps & I closed out the night with some grub on the ‘ol Barstool Barstools (so meta!)…

And it’s not that I’m super closed-minded, but I have to say – I was shocked at what I saw.

Father, Son, Holy Ghost; Chaps has a tramp stamp that’s worst than most. I want to say it’s a cross with the flames of the Spirit on it, possibly with Jesus fish in the middle, but it could also be some sort of throwing star? Either way, it looks like he got inked by a drunk 18-year-old Private in the barracks who was wearing combat goggles with the cover still on them. And it doesn’t help that it appears to be something kicked up by the large Ronald McDonald clown shoe to its right.

I tried to imagine what it would be like if I had a bad tramp stamp, especially if it was over top of a weird, splotchy birth mark or something. I shuddered.

Back to the Barstool Bar… My feelings were turning from horror to empathy. Shocked as I was, I remembered that judgement never gets you too far in life. I decided that, ultimately, I should still be his friend & co-host, and would even record something at the beach with him sometime, even if he decided to take his shirt off. Looking over at my pal, I decided to give him my stamp of approval & move on.