Whisteland

Oh yeah, oh yeah, how are you folks?

Welcome to the show on a Wednesday.

I hate to start off again the same way I have the last two shows but the fucking red

socks did it to me again.

Two nights ago I sent a text to my brother saying what a bullpen they have this year.

Somehow triggering some voodoo spell on them.

I divin-ploded the left one time.

Look two nights ago story made of throwing out the game would have been over so you can't

really.

But Jesus Christ.

They had that game where they were getting no hit for nine innings.

They go ahead in the tenth and fucking losing a bottom of the tenth.

Then last two nights ago, got the beshed.

It's a walk off grand slam to beat them.

Last night they get two runs on the freaking top of the eighth to blow ahead whatever the

fuck.

Two nothing or whatever and blow it in the bottom of the night.

Three nights in a row after I yapped to my brother.

That's a good closing issue.

But up to this point they've been, you know, but here's the other thing and not to make

excuses.

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