Episode 25: Good Riddance

Episode 26: The Boys are Back

The full trio is finally reunited as Jesse, Kurt, and Brandon all make it back to the table. We kick things off celebrating the Dolphins bullying the Bills, debate whether this year’s college football QB class is legit or absolute ass, and witness Jesse’s first-ever wine experiment (spoiler: chaos). Plus, Brandon gives us the full recap of his wedding weekend — the highs, the lows, and the questionable dance-floor decisions. Crack a cold one. The boys are back. 🍻

Episode 25: Good Riddance

Brandon said “I do”… to disappearing from the podcast. Meanwhile Jesse is officially BACK, and intern Reece is still clinging to his unpaid position like it’s a roster spot on Hard Knocks. This week we get into: * NFL Trade Deadline chaos * The Miami Dolphins finally firing Chris Grier (we celebrate accordingly) * Our NFL Midseason Awards — MVPs, fraud rankings, surprises & disappointments * And a brief moment of silence for Brandon’s free time 25 episodes in and somehow this show still exists. Crack a beer and enjoy. 🍻

Episode 24: Next Man Up

Episode 24 is a new era for Postgame Beers — Jesse is out, and intern Reece steps up as the new co-host. The boys break down who’s legit and who’s a fraud in the NFL, dive into some heated debates, preview Brandon’s wedding week, and look ahead to the trade deadline chaos. Crack a cold one and tune in.

Episode 23: Debate Club

The boys are back in full debate mode — Miami’s on fire after UM whooped FSU, but the Dolphins might be cooked. Hockey’s finally back, tempers flare, and Jesse flat-out refuses to do his fantasy punishment. It’s chaos, cold beers, and classic Postgame energy.

Episode 22: Half-Assed

We took one week off, and everything went to hell. The mics didn’t work, half the show was phoned in (literally and figuratively), and we somehow still hit record. Welcome to our worst episode yet — but hey, at least we finally introduce Intern Reece. We stumble our way through some football talk, mourn the Ryder Cup L for Team USA, and somehow end up on dirt bikes. Lower your expectations and crack a cold one — it’s Postgame Beers.