"Hey everybody it's Tueeeessdaaayyy!"
It didn't matter what kind of week I was having, waking up and getting ready for work on Wednesday for my shitty job, I knew that I'd put on my headphones at my desk and listen to Ryan and co bullshit about their lives, and maybe a few videogames, for a few hours. I remember how I'd always try not to crack up when Ryan started chuckling at something he, or someone else had said.
It's feels so strange to have this hit me so hard. I never knew the man, but as a fly on the wall in all the bombcasts over the last three years, I felt like, even in some small way, maybe I did know him, a little.
I remember going to see the GB panel at PAX East, waiting in a long ass line to get to the panel, and once I got in, squinting at the panel table from the back of the room. That was as close as I'll ever get to meeting Ryan. My wife reminded me that we should get back to the hotel soon, as we were a ways away from the convention center, and so we left as the crew was taking questions.
I never made it in the industry, or in journalism, or anything else for that matter. But somehow, listening to that intro every week convinced me that everything would be alright.
He will be missed.