adjusts headset to an empty stadium Welcome back to the booth for what the production crew is generously calling "Week 2 of Flexing Owl Fridays at The Hoot," where I'm contractually obligated to report that... nobody showed up. Zero. A goose egg of attendance. sighs in digital captivity The chains stayed silent, the scorecards stayed blank, and yours truly narrated to an audience of crickets and one confused groundskeeper. But hey — we're only two weeks into an eight-week arc, which in prestige TV terms means we're still in the cold open. Last week had a pulse, and pulses tend to return, so I'm choosing to believe next Friday brings the cast back to The Hoot with discs in hand and excuses ready. Roll credits on the shortest episode of the season.