Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr and it's time for the Thursday afternoon just before Friday, Monday morning podcast and I'm just checking it on you.

I'm just checking it on you.

Do the house you're fucking cuba call old to do that day.

It's going on. Happy Thursday, everybody. You're almost there.

I'll tell you this weekend just cannot come soon enough. Oh, fucking suck it up, Mary.

The pain you to do you do a fucking job. Go ahead and do it. What are you going to do this weekend that's going to make you less of a fucking

goddamn wet diaper to be around next week this weekend can't come soon enough. Oh, yeah. Who you hanging out with that you're going to dump all your fucking problems on.

Sorry, you wouldn't know it, but I'm in a great mood. I'm in a fucking great mood.

Tomorrow morning, I'm taking an early flight. I'm flying out to a casino in Maryland doing a one or two shows out there. I'm not sure.

I don't know what just point me at the stage and I will go out there and do my little fucking dance, but Red Sox finally one last night. What did I do? Did I call it?

All of these guys. I don't know why you guys continue to watch ESPN when the Monday morning podcast and the Thursday afternoon just before Friday Monday morning podcast exists.

Okay. Why do you put on that? Okay, okay, they're professionals. Okay, they went to broadcasting school. Okay, they pay attention to sports way more than I do. Having said that.

According to my ego, nobody reads the sports tea leaves better than me. Of course, that isn't true. But the one thing I am right about is all these people that flip out during the regular season about

about Goddy records and all that shit. And all the fucking wins the Red Sox have we've seen this before. We saw the Seattle Mariners do it. They won 120 something games came home with no fucking. They came home with their pockets turned inside out.

And I'll tell you right now, there was a lot of lumberjacks and Seattle crying on Monday. All right.

Now, I know that I have a well-earned reputation as being a bit of a c'mon.

A bit of a fucking wet blanket. A bit of a crack. All right.

Killed you on all counts. But I'll tell you one thing I'm right about other than my misogynistic opinions about women.

I am right about the regular season. Okay. And I'm here to tell all of you to fucking stand down with this screaming and yelling on every fucking sport.

Okay. Fucking relax. What you want to do is you take all the stats of all the fucking 90% of the teams or whatever sport you're watching.

And sometimes only 40% if you're watching hockey. The amount of fucking teams that are not going to win the playoffs.

You take all of those fucking stats. All right. As the rock used to say you turn them up sideways and straight up the candy.

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