 Bitch, I have a parlay in on the All-Star game. Literally like throwing Jell-O against the wall. Ladies and gentlemen, listening to the sound of my voice right now, what is the 800 number, John, for Gamblers Anonymous? I told you I did a little. At the end of the year, they send you something for your taxes. Basically, as my dad used to say, I broke you. Yeah, that's what happens.