It is that time of year.

It is the Eddie Money holidays.

Mm-hmm.

Gobble, gobble, gobble.

In my brain, we're having.

Oh, yeah, stuffing, newspaper, glass.

He played something called Violet Jam last year in Natick.

Oh, yeah.

It's, I think it happens, I don't know what happens every Thanksgiving, but it's happened

for the last couple ones, and Eddie Money played it last year.

It's some kind of thing that they do at a hotel up there.

And Wallach sent me a right next to the big sporting goods.

You see, Eddie Money apparently, too high dollar now.

You're sleeping that, Dick Sporting Goods.

I'm going to pitch you 10 in there.

That's what you have to do.

They're not going to let him hang out there.

But they couldn't get any money this year.

So they had to fund a replacement, Fred.

The train didn't go to the right place.

I heard my arm hopping on

the train. That's right. His bag

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