"He's a big man. The whole sleep apnea all that stuff. I would always advocate to get him one of those things to put over his face because I don't want to hear him snoring anymore."
Boone, of course, deserved his opportunity to give his side of the story. Only fair.
"What'd you hear?" he asked with a grin.
Severe snoring? "That's true, but not anymore."
Messy: "Not any more, now that I'm a dad."
Huge trash-talker? "Oh yeah, lots, tons."
Then, Boone sought a few answers of his own: "Did he say I was dirty? That's just mean."
Boone claims he was the one who chose to move out and find a new living situation.
"Junior year, it was me, I broke it off," he said. "I said, 'Dude, I'm done with you guys, I'm outta here, I'm too cool for this.' I'm surprised he didn't try to kill me."
Both guys can't wait to catch up on old times this weekend, and try to one-up each other with their mouths and their play.
"There's going to be some fun trash-talking going on between me and him," Laurinaitis said, "and I look forward to it."
Boone says to bring it on.
"Oh, I can't wait. He knows I've got ammo for days on him. I think it's going to be a fun, lively game," Boone said. "For the record, I want you to know he was the ugliest roommate I ever had.
"He's bald. I can dish it, and I can take it, absolutely. I'll take it. I'll eat it and I'll throw it right back at him."