About this episode
After three brutal weeks bedridden from a self-inflicted back explosion that turned a minor pull into pure agony, Opie is finally sitting up and firing on all cylinders again. He breaks down the couch stretch gone wrong, the two-week bedroom prison (no bathroom trips, fingertip push-ups to roll over), his Olympic snoozefest, getting obsessed with Alone S11, the insane ABA documentary, Phil Hendry’s genius, and the Blood Sweat & Tears Nixon tour disaster. Hit play for raw, hilarious, zero-filter comeback gold — and yes, the Ron the Waiter drama is next. Welcome back, bitches.
