The premise alone should've been a red flag for everyone involved. Take the Stool After Dark guys, blindfold them, dump them somewhere with zero context, hand them a map, and let Mintzy drive. The kind of bit that sounds great in a pitch meeting and turns into a 50/50 coin flip on whether the car comes back in one piece.
The official setup for the night: blindfolds, a map, and Mintzy at the wheel.
From the second they pulled away the wheels came off — figuratively, for now. The bit is apparently an alphabet hunt, and Mintzy blew past multiple "A" opportunities so fast that a Stoolie had to call the gas station landline to tip Tate off. That's the level of operation we're working with.
A Stoolie calls into a gas station to rat Mintzy out for skipping letters.
Then came the meltdowns. Mintzy lost it over the interior lights being on like a dad three hours into a minivan trip to Myrtle Beach. He's scratching, fidgeting, holding hands with Gfed for comfort, and generally driving like a man who just realized cars have pedals. The Stoolies Clubhouse pegged it at a 50/50 shot the crew ends the night in an accident, and honestly that line might be generous to Mintzy.
Mintzy losing his entire mind over the dome light being on.
The capper is the Kenny Powers comp, and it tracks. The screaming, the misplaced confidence, the inability to do a single basic task without turning it into a referendum on his life choices. It took the crew 15 minutes to find a Guitar Center after physically seeing the sign. This is not a man who should be operating a motor vehicle on a public road, blindfolded teammates or not.
The clip that earned Mintzy the full Kenny Powers comparison.
As a bit, it's working — chaotic, unhinged, exactly the kind of dumb idea that justifies the After Dark slot. As a driving exhibition, it's the strongest argument yet that someone at Barstool needs to take Mintzy's keys before the lawyers get involved. Either way, more of this please.