Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr and it's time for the Thursday afternoon just before Friday.

Money, morning podcast and I'm just checking in on you.

Just checking in on you. See, you know, you weeks going. How is your week going? Hey, hey, hey, how's it going?

Hey, how about those fucking red socks? I won 28 last night.

Seems impressive and then you look and they gave up seven runs in the ninth inning.

We're up 20 to one, they had one and three quarter grand slams, I guess, in the ninth inning.

I don't know what happened, but I'll tell you why the red socks won. I'll tell you why because they dug deep

because they didn't get down in themselves and most importantly because I didn't watch the game.

I literally feel like it jinks.

I've been watching since the last devil race series, right?

Where we got swept and I've missed, they've won three games.

They won one game against Detroit. They won one game against Toronto and they won last night.

I've watched every other fucking game.

So I think it's me getting superstitious, man. You get superstitious when your team loses.

When your team's winning, you don't give a fuck you walking all around the room.

You know what I mean? You're sticking your head in, you don't give a shit, you go out in the oil,

I'll get yourself a roast beef sandwich, whatever the fuck you're doing.

But when they're losing, you just sit there watching the game afraid to shift your weight if they're up by fucking two runs.

That's a wide bet. So what a crazy game.

Three in the first inning, two in the second inning, five in the fourth, four in the fifth.

Fucking games over. That's that's 14 to nothing. 14 to one.

And then they score six runs in the eighth to be up 20 to one and then they give up seven runs in the top of the ninth.

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