Chaz Montana: Thanks, Richard. Sounds like one heck of a game. All right, now here's Sally Storm with a weather recap. Sally?
Sally: Thanks, Chaz. Well, there's no rain in sight, but by sundown you Rutherford kittens better find your mittens. It's gonna be cold. 26 degrees by midnight.
Chaz Montana: Wow, seems like a nice night to cuddle up by the fire with a little Swiss Miss.
Sally: Chaz, what you and your little Eurotrash girlfriend do is really none of our business.
Chaz Montana: I- I- I meant cocoa.
Sally: Aw, can't even keep track of their names. So sad. You know, I'm actually starting to think that that plastic surgeon gave you a little too much knockout gas when you went in for that fanny tuck.
Chaz Montana: Okay, I have a history of weak glutes in my family.
Sally: Okay, whatever. Anyway, tune in tomorrow for my 45-day forecast. I'm Sally Storm.