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I Forced Myself To Relive My Disastrous Yak Appearance

Sometimes, you have to stare the devil in the face. I don't know what it is that compels me to make a video like this. Perhaps it's my insatiable need to create content or my undeniable masochism. I'll let you guys decide. But I do not believe in pretending bad things don't exist. Everyone has their blowups, their mistakes, and their fuck ups. You gotta own your junk, and nobody has junk like I do (that didn't come out right.) The difference between Barstool and the regular world is that if you fuck up at home, you might do it in front of like three people. If you fuck up at Barstool, you do it in front of the Internet. It comes with the territory.

Do I read too much into what people say? Yeah, I think that's probably undeniable at this point, but I've had a hard time outrunning this one. It clung to me like the venom symbiote. Now I'm done with this shit. Close the book, end of story. We can all collectively move on with our lives, and I can go back to making good content.

I don't really know what people are expecting out of this. Actually, they probably weren't expecting anything at all. Most people probably don't give a shit and have much better stuff to do, but there wasn't anything scandalous. I threw a little shit fit, and it got publicized to the world. One day, I'll make it up to you. There will be a redemption. One day I'm going to stroll onto the Yak, and when I'm done, y'all are going to come away from it and say, "damn, that Chris Castellani must be a cool cat." Don't call it a comeback.