Super Bowl Blues and Steven’s Specific Wifey Criteria
Super Bowl Blues and Steven's Specific Wifey Criteria
I have a weird fetish of being massively attractive to sourdough women cooking with—
who is—what’s her name—what’s the goal in gold that you’re trying to get down to fit my hunting clothes again.
When have you ever grilled a steak?
I’ve never seen you grill a steak in my life.
That’s the extent of your culinary experience—
turning the oven on, throwing a frozen pizza in there.
He just loves running the chainsaw.
He’s like, “We could do this every day.”
I got people wanting me to cut trees down,
so now we are a tree removal company.
I don’t know, I think you can top the season one back-of-the-pickup-truck-bed Lunchable dinner.
Today, Cole and I are in the studio talking really all things Valentine’s Day,
what’s happening at the farm,
and what Cole’s really been working on—
along with my dad’s new tree removal business.
Anyways, y’all saddle up,
’cause we’re about to get down and dirty.
Well that sucked.
That was a bad Super Bowl.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here we were talking about a repeat the last podcast,
and we were so far from a three-peat in that game.
I literally left at halftime.
There was just—
I don’t know—we just were not clicking.
There was nothing going our way.
Like DeHop dropping that pass on third down—
that was kind of like the end of any chance.
You know what I’m saying?
You could feel it slip away.
That was a third down,
we really needed a touchdown.
I think we were down by what—21 at that point?
24? I think it was 24.
We needed a score,
and that was our only chance to even be in the game.
After that, we knew it.
It was bad.
I gotta admit,
the Bills or the Ravens would have played a better game against the Eagles.
We came out there—
it was just horrible.
It was bad.
Just horrible.
We handled the Bills.
We beat the Ravens first game of the year.
I know that was a long time ago,
but still.
It’s been a fun ride as a Chiefs fan.
We’ve gotten spoiled.
We’re disappointed about losing in the Super Bowl,
but that one was very disappointing.
Oh well.
Next year, we’ll be back.
I’m just worried about our boy—
Kelce.
I don’t know if he’s gonna be back.
I think he’s gonna retire.
Did you see what he said?
Yeah, he’s already halfway out.
It was a rough game.
I bet he’s not feeling too hot.
Give the man some time.
Let him go on a beach vacation—or three.
This whole year he’s kind of been in a bad mood.
Last two years, honestly.
If we’re not winning, he’s in a bad mood.
I don’t think he’s loving the game anymore.
When you’ve got a $100 million podcast deal
and your girlfriend is one of the top five most famous people on the planet,
why would you go out there and play football?
I wouldn’t want to be limping around half the year either.
He’s accomplished everything.
He’s a Hall of Famer.
Multiple Super Bowls.
Best tight end of all time conversation.
Once you’re there,
why keep doing it?
So what do you got going on this week, man?
Luckily we didn’t get as much snow.
But what does taking care of cattle, bison, sheep in the snow look like?
Normally March is when it gets muddy,
but this year it started early February.
Now it freezes.
Those ruts get hard.
When you go across a three-foot rut in a tractor,
your head goes through the roof.
They try to smooth them out with the skid steer,
but we feed in a lot of spots.
Jake’s doing that job—thank God.
Because Jesse cannot handle bouncing around in a tractor cab.
Do you remember the year Jesse was spraying?
Every day he got out mad.
You hit a rut you don’t see,
your neck hurts for days.
You bounce out of your seat,
hit the roof.
This year it’s worse
because it happened in winter.
Now the ruts froze.
Early start to rut riding.
Are you having to break water?
Some spots stay open.
Others freeze when it’s negative ten for days.
We break water in three or four ponds every day.
Horses are good at breaking it themselves,
but we still check.
I’m glad I’m not out there.
It was five degrees this morning.
Negative one here.
I’m ready for winter to end.
Missouri is only worth living in September, October, November.
Maybe April.
Other than that, it’s misery.
Summers are insanely hot.
Humidity hits you like a wall.
You walk outside,
shirt sticks to you immediately.
But—
gotta love it.
What have you been busy with?
I’ve been in the office a lot lately.
You haven’t been on a computer though, have you?
I make calls, make deals.
Cara puts it in the computer.
I’ve typed more in the last month
than in the last five years.
I use Jesse’s login.
I’m handling higher-level decisions now.
That’s what I’ve been trying to learn for two decades.
I don’t want to be an operator my whole life.
Blair helped accelerate the maturity.
Life costs more now.
I want to do more for my kid.
I need to make more money.
Valentine’s Day plans?
Today is Blair’s two months.
Born December 13th.
Tomorrow is nine weeks.
We’re going to Hamilton for dinner.
I normally grill a steak—
but it’s too cold.
When have you ever grilled a steak?
Never seen it.
I can cook a mean steak.
I swear.
Frozen pizza is your specialty.
Sourdough question.
Has Casey started sourdough?
You just tried sourdough three weeks ago.
Now you want a sourdough-baking homestead wife.
I follow like five sourdough accounts.
It’s the responsibility that’s attractive.
Sourdough starter is generational.
It stays alive.
You have to feed it.
It’s like a child.
Diet update.
Down 19 pounds.
Two or three weeks.
Goal is fitting hunting clothes by turkey season.
Probably need to lose 50 total.
I don’t need to work out every day.
Three or four times is enough.
Dad’s tree business.
Budget Tree Pros.
Heroes in Tree Removal.
Cowboy with a lasso and a cape.
Dad broke his hip cutting trees.
Bought a bucket truck.
Now he’s obsessed.
Website’s up.
Trucks wrapped.
Jesse’s out there freezing,
40 feet in the air.
Meat company ad read.
Build your own box.
$300 value for $159.
Born, raised, processed on our farm.
No GMOs, steroids, antibiotics.
Snack stick facility plans.
Two million sticks per month.
100,000 a day.
Grinding like always.
Double date planning.
You’re wearing a collared shirt.
I’ll set it up—
you just show up.
No Dave & Buster’s.
No kids birthday parties.
Season one pickup truck Lunchable date still undefeated.
Texas Roadhouse is not romantic.
Ambiance matters.
You don’t even know what ambiance means.
We’ll report back next podcast.
All right y’all—
we’ll see y’all next time.
