The Singularity. You know, a superintelligence based on an ever-increasing volume of random inputs, adding up to… well, whoopty! The dude was taking lefts at each of the bases, so that part works. The hair farmer doing the interview didn’t seem to mind, or even notice, so what’s the diff, really?

Of course, brighter men than I have posited that if you give a million monkeys a million typewriters and wait a million years, eventually one of them will type War And Peace by accident. American professional athletes, and their lamprey cousins, American sportswriters and sportscasters, are as close to a million monkeys as we could hope for to test the hypothesis. And a microphone is as good as a typewriter. That right there isn’t the interview equivalent of War And Peace, but it’s comparable to a fairly serviceable comic book, isn’t it?

Keep typing, all you jockish Curious Georges, you’ll get it eventually.