Confession of a Guru
Mark: Forgive me father for I have sinned.
Padre: You greened something that you shouldn't have?
Mark: Good one, Padre. No. Hear me out. Tuttosport released a big story about Cristiano Ronaldo moving to Juventus. No fuckin way, I said. Regular shit from them.
Padre: Don't swear here, boy.
Mark: I'm sorry, Padre.
Padre: 100 Ave Allegri and you'll be forgiven.
Mark: At first I thought it was a joke, then Marca published the same thing, then CDS, Sky Sport, Calciomercato, everyone. I started to believe.
Padre: Beppe works in mysterious ways. You know that.
Mark: Yeah... I was playing it cool, though, since now I'm red on Tuz.
Padre: Dear God, have mercy on those souls.
Mark: What?
Padre: Nevermind. Continue, my son.
Mark: Just a couple of day ago, I had the most vivid dream. I was seeing no. 7. It was moving left and right, like a screensaver on a computer. Ronaldo in no.7 Juve shirt. Incredible. When I woke up at 7am, I took a shower and went to work. Stopped the cab and driver talked for twenty minutes straight about his 7 sons... When we got there, I asked how much, he said 7.77$. Weird stuff.
Padre: IKR
Mark: So I got an idea - maybe I should place a bet? I mean, something strange is going on, maybe it's my lucky day. So I resigned from a job and went to a bookie. I noticed a horse called Flexing Ronnie in race no. 7, on track 7 with 77/1 odds. I gave all I had, around 700 bucks.
Padre: You won?
Mark: No, horse finished 7th.
Padre: You stupid fuck.
Some Norm Macdonald summer joke.
Grats on promotion, Mark.