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Kieryn and Eve chat with Sheryl Ring about being homeschooled and neglected or abused by parent-educators. As with most episodes on the subject all major CWs for child abuse apply

Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, is joined by Associate Michael Griffin, CWS®, and Financial Planner Adam Stadalius, CFP®, to discuss inflation with this week's case study where an investor learns he is receiving a meaningful cost of living adjustment in his Social Security benefits; however, he is still concerned that inflation will significantly eat into his retirement income. The financial experts discuss how Henssler factors inflation into a client's spending projections. Read the Article on Henssler.com: https://www.henssler.com/inflation-cash-flow-projections-and-retirement-spending

This week on “Money Talks,” Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, is joined by Associate Michael Griffin, CWS®, and Financial Planner Adam Stadalius, CFP®, to discuss inflation with the release of the September Consumer and Producer Price indices. Michael and Adam continue the inflation discussion with this week's case study where an investor learns he is receiving a meaningful cost of living adjustment in his Social Security benefits; however, he is still concerned that inflation will significantly eat into his retirement income. The financial experts discuss how Henssler factors inflation into a client's spending projections. The hosts round out the show answering listeners' questions on health insurance and a cryptocurrency exchange-traded fund.Check out the show segments using the chapter controls in the player above.Market Roundup: Covering the week of October 11—October 15, 2021Case Study: Social Security COLA increase and factoring in inflation in retirement planningQ&A Time: Health insurance in your 20s and a cryptocurrency ETF

Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, is joined by Managing Associate Shawna Theriault, CFP®, CPA, CDFA®, and Senior Financial Planner Josh Weidie, CWS® to discuss a common investor worry—the fear of retiring in a down market. They cover sequence risk and how the Henssler Ten Year Rule mitigates it. Read the Article: https://www.henssler.com/mitigating-sequence-risk-with-the-ten-year-rule 

We get a new POV, some returning favs and it's time to start keeping track of prophecies. Join us in the Withywalls!   CWs for Scenes of bullying, death, grief   Spoiler section begins at 1hr 52 min   NEXT EPISODE: Fool's Assassin Chapter 13-16 (CWs for death)   Buckkeep Radio - Episode 85: Fool's Assassin Ch 9-12. Featuring Rachel, Alyssa, Jenny, Eli, Ashley and Joey   The Realm of the Elderlings novels are written by Robin Hobb.   Our theme is The Streets of Sant-Ivo by Mid-Air Machine

In this episode we meet Bee! Fitz is acting totally erratic, Molly was right all along, Nettle is visiting and Chade is probably the last person in the Six Duchies that should be in charge of a child. Revel is holding it down though, so how bad could it get?   No CWs for this section. Spoiler Section begins at 1hr 51min.   NEXT EPISODE: Fool's Assassin Chapter 9-12 (CWs on Ch 10-12 for scenes of bullying, death and grief)   Buckkeep Radio - Episode 84: Fool's Assassin Ch 5-8. Featuring Rachel, Alyssa, Jenny, Eli, Ashley and Joey   The Realm of the Elderlings novels are written by Robin Hobb.   Our theme is The Streets of Sant-Ivo by Mid-Air Machine

Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, is joined by fellow Research Analyst Nick Antonucci, CVA, CEPA, and Managing Associate Jarrett McKenzie, CFP®, CWS® to evaluate an investor's situation who feels that he's done just fine with asset management and doesn't need a financial plan. Jarrett explains how the financial plan is even more critical in retirement than it is during your saving years. Read the Article: https://www.henssler.com/managing-portfolio-risk-with-financial-planning-in-retirement 

As we've previously established, forward and backward are not necessarily stable concepts. Conway makes a choice. Wren steels their nerves. A familiar face appears. This is the end. (CWs: food, brief allusion to bullying, mild apocalyptic imagery, death) Nathan of The Storage Papers as AGENT/DIRECTOR; Jess of Nowhere, On Air as Liz. Go listen to their shows! https://nowhereonairpodcast.weebly.com/ thestoragepapers.com Kiss Me Son of God originally by They Might Be Giants (John Flansburgh and John Linnell) Quotes from Jean Baudrillard's Fatal Strategies and John Stuart Mill. *Projector clicks, a dark smoky room filled with people*   AGENT: That brings us to the falling hand incident from a few years back, dead case 0069.   *sparse chuckles from audience members*   AGENT: *exasperated* Jesus, I'm running a daycare here. Now those of you who were with the office at the time will already know all this. You new guys won't know anything about it. But that's why we're here, right? One of our field agents witnessed the whole thing, and gave their testimony during a thorough debriefing here in HQ. Pay attention to Wren's account. I'm only going over it once.   *slide click* *INTRO MUSIC*   WREN, on tape: Falling to earth from somewhere I chose not to think about was a left hand.   AGENT, on tape: So what did you do? WREN: Well, I tried the one thing I hadn't done yet. One last shot before the end of the world. I called Conway.    CONWAY: Hard to explain how I got into that lighthouse. Can barely remember it myself through the fog of exhaustion. I was so damn tired. But get in I did. And at the top--or was it bottom?--was a dark, steamy room. An office of sorts, filled with smoke pouring out from some sort of awful machine in the corner. The engine's shape was irregular, almost hard to look at, but it kept spewing its haze like humid breath. In the center of the office was a desk, set with--you guessed it--a phone, some stationary, a blank nameplate, a painting of an old lighthouse in a gold frame. I sat in the plush leather chair behind the desk. A highly welcome respite after the day I'd had. The woods, the mall, the deerhead priest, the lost fisherman. I needed a minute to put my feet up. I'd earned it.   I leaned back and looked at the empty notepad. “Welcome to the Deerland Mall” was printed at the top of each page. I had the materials to send a letter to the DLO, but what to actually write? “Hey, I'm in a weird lighthouse somewhere, come get me?” I didn't see how that would work. Still, according to the fisherman, I had two paths in front of me: write home and go back to my life as it was, or answer the call and take the promotion.   And then it rang. No, not the offwhite rotary phone in front of me, it was my cell phone. Didn't recognize the number. Probably somebody calling about my car's warranty or a $50 walmart gift card. But at that point I was willing to take that risk just to hear someone who didn't talk in metaphors again.   CONWAY, on the phone: Hello? WREN, on the phone: Conway? Oh my god, is that you!? CONWAY: Yeah, this is Conway. Hard to make out what you're saying. Sorry, who is this? WREN: Oh wow, I don't know how I got through to you but listen: I'm coming to get you. CONWAY: I don't reckon that's the smartest idea. I don't even know wh-- WREN: I've followed your trail. I think I'm nearby now. But there's something going on. Something you're connected to. It's bad. Lucy told me where to find you. I think she's-- CONWAY: Now what is this about Lucy? You talked to her? Are you with the office? How...how is she? WREN: I just got a postcard from her. But listen, something's coming, and I don't think it's going to end well. I need you to come out of the cave now. I'll be at the entrance waiting to take your hand. CONWAY: Cave? THAT cave? I'm...wherever I am, I'm not in there. WREN: Where are you? This may be it, Conway. The end.CONWAY: I'm in a lighthouse. The fisherman in the place that looks just like a blockbuster said...well you know what, that doesn't make any sense saying out loud...I'm tired, you know? I don't want to keep going. I want to sit down for a minute. At this desk. I don't think that's selfish. WREN: Desk?CONWAY: Yeah there's like a whole swanky office here. Guy said I could be the boss if I wanted to. Kenji didn't have what it took, but I just might. I'm so damn tired of it all, you know? The grind. And there's some kind of machine. I think I've heard of it before. Somebody called it the lucid engine. If I'm the dreamer, that means… WREN: Conway I don't think I follow. Boss? Just come back, okay? We need you. CONWAY: Now you too, huh? Seems like everyone's got something for me to do. More work. I don't think I've got it in me. I need a break. WREN, over static: Conway, you're breaking up. Come back to me. I think you're responsible for-- CONWAY: Can't it wait 15 minutes?WREN: I can't hear you-- CONWAY: Look, I'm not sure what you expect of me, but I have a feeling you're gonna be disappointed, like everyone else. Like Lucy. Even myself...I shouldn't be reading mail in a damn office. What am I doing? I studied art, I did radio. Poorly, I might add, but I put in the time. Now my dad worked the same job for 40 years, bought a house, got a pension, and retired. I've got nothing to show for my labors but a pile of debts and a sore back. Feel like I'm owed something after all this or it's for nothing. Look, I want to go home, but home kind of blows. Just live to work, work to live...It ain't human. If I have a chance to get out of that hamster wheel...well, sometimes when an opportunity comes along, you have to snatch it.   Take care of yourself, kid. See you on the other side. WREN: The line went dead. I had no idea what he meant, and it sounded like he wasn't too sure, either. I left my car parked in the grass. I managed to tear my focus away from the falling hand and ventured into the woods.    I had plenty of time to myself to think as I stepped through the crackling branches and deep grass between the trees. Why was I even pursuing this? Was finding someone I've never met before worth losing my job over? What if he didn't want to be found? Wanted to disappear? Here I was trudging through the buggy forest looking for a cave. What was in the cave? No idea. Why was I looking for it? No idea. Still, I went on with my little task despite everything. Maybe it was the last thing left I felt I had any control over. Maybe I was just stubborn. Maybe I wanted someone to praise me. Well that's for my therapist to sort out now.   I came upon a creek by a shale ridge. I hopped across on the smooth black stones breaking through the water. One, two, and slipped on the third. I fell into the creek. Not deep enough to be dangerous, but it didn't help my mood. I sat in the muck for a moment. The stream was clear and cool. Looking down at the rippling surface, dappled sunlight bounced along the contours of the tiny waves washing away from me. I watched the light dance on the water for a minute or a year, and then saw something reflected in the water. A break in the sheer stone beside me that I hadn't noticed before, or couldn't see before. A gaping wound in the rock.    I slowly rose from the creek, water pouring out of the pockets and folds of my clothes. I kept my eyes on the reflection on the surface, and walked backward to where the cave should be. I saw myself in the water, glaring sun alight on the ripples, my back to the cave. Then I went in.   AGENT, on tape: So far I'm not seeing how all this connects. WREN, on tape: I was only barely starting to then, as well.  AGENT: All right, go on. What was in the cave? WREN: Clarity. *music swells, then abruptly cuts out* AGENT: Come on, really? WREN: Yes, really, but more than that too, if you'd let me finish without interruption.   *Music continues*   WREN: I was surrounded by damp dark stone. My footsteps echoed with such resonance that the cave had to be massive.    After minutes of stumbling through pure black, a dot of light appeared in the distance ahead. It was as good a waypoint as any other I had. So I continued toward it.   It may come as a shock to you, but I was a bit of a solitary child. No brothers or sisters. Parents kind, but busy. We rarely did anything as a family or even dined together, other than breakfast. Before they left for work and I went to school, we shared whatever bits of news we had, then parted ways. It may sound less than ideal, but I preferred it that way. I think I did. I'd spend the evenings looking up at the night sky, trying to tune in to astral signals I wasn't supposed to know about. Surrounded by the hypnotic drone of cicadas and the polyrhythm of cricketsong, I found joy. For a time.   Flashbulb memories pulled forth by the cave. Ghostly afterimages and faroff scents. Birthdays, weekends, cardboard castles and polaroids. Enthusiastic child. A butterfly emerging from its chrysalis in a mason jar. Precocious. Singing, learning. Gentle. Someone playing soccer too rough, but only with me. Tackled, pinned, forfeit. Difference. The scratching of nails and humming of speakers. My first dance where I didn't dance at all. Perfume. Laughter. Clothes that didn't fit. Words that didn't fit. Burnt scrambled eggs. Dark poetry and bad movies. Static. Carving sacred names into bedframes. Horizontal lines. Flowers emerging then shrinking. Summers smeared like watercolor into fall. Dripping paint.    A college dropout. Destined for menial labor. A gear dislodged from the system. Quiet. Only a matter of time.   But the conjurers of tradition were wrong about me. I wasn't meant to turn wheels. It took some time to unlearn these thought patterns I'd been forced into by school, work, and law. To undo the oppression of orthodoxy. Time and effort. A lot of pain. Mill said it's better to be a human being dissatisfied than a pig satisfied. But look at the pig's face, watch it frolic and splash, and then look at the prisons built for us: cubicles, luxury apartments, retail warehouses, slums, mass graves. If this is what it is to be human...you tell me.   At least I knew that as the curtain call approached, I was truly who I wanted to be. I was doing what I wanted to do. I wouldn't die dissatisfied in a cage. I would die smiling in the mud.   Tiny points of starlight flicked into existence in the cave overhead, swirls of constellations and galaxy arms reaching. I heard crickets in the grass that was sprouting under my feet. The dot of light ahead grew into a blob, expanded in a luminescent rectangle a dozen feet over my head, then letters appeared. I smelled butter on the grill, cheap coffee. A beaming yellow sign in front of a yellow building. It was beacon for a wayward ship. Sitting alone at the end of the world, bathed in cosmic glow, was a waffle house.    Of course it would be a waffle house.    ***   CONWAY: I'd have to be some kind of moron not to answer that call, wouldn't I? How could I just go back to my life knowing all this? Knowing what I passed up? That'd be like handing back the winning lottery ticket. Though I'd heard stories about what happens to some lottery winners.   Of course I picked up the phone. There was no voice on the other end, only humming, crackling static. I felt electricity run from the receiver into my ear, down my shoulders and back, all through my limbs. A giddy bolt. I dropped the phone. Who knows if it hit the ground or disintegrated. I felt energy surge through my body. I was elated, unlimited. I suddenly knew that this is where I was supposed to be. I belonged to it, a missing limb returned.   My step was light, like walking on water, to the engine. I felt it calling to me, singing in smoke, waiting for my charged touch. This would be my deliverance and my deliverer.    Lucy, I...Lucy, I couldn't face you again. I wasn't ready yet. I had to let that part go. I had to let go all the things that bound me to who I was, sever all ties if I were to succeed. My finger made contact with the holy motor and my body was no more.    ***   WREN: Buzzing lights flicked overhead inside the diner. I scanned the place for any signs of life, but no results. I took a seat at one of the sticky booths and picked at the duct taped upholstery. I tried to peer outside but all was dark. I could only see my face reflected in the glass. I looked tired. Lonely. Someone was standing behind me in the reflection. A waitress at my table. I couldn't see her expression, but she silently held out a menu.   “Oh, no thank you. I'm just resting for a moment.”   Her arm remained outstretched, menu aloft.   “You're the only one here. It's late. I don't want to be an imposition.”   She didn't budge.    “So be it. I'll have two eggs--over easy but not too runny--two pieces of toast on white, a double side of hashbrowns--smothered, covered, and capped with ketchup on the side--and a cup of coffee--black if it's fresh, a dash of milk if it's been out a while.”   As if I needed a menu. She nodded and withdrew toward the kitchen. I heard eggs hit the griddle, sizzling and squeaking, crisping just so on the edges. My mind left my body for a moment. I floated above the restaurant in the void. I saw a family of possums digging through a dumpster out back. I wondered if I should have gotten a waffle. The clatter of a plate in front of me brought me back. A little smiley face of ketchup on the hashbrowns looked up at me.   Tell me, director, have you ever wept over breakfast? I have. There I sat, still wet from the creek and caked in mud, huge streams of tears running down my hot face as I dug into the greasy pile. Someone made this for me. Cared for me. Not in a familial or romantic sense, just in the way that people take care of other people. Nothing else in the world mattered beyond this plate, this place, for just a moment. It's the little pleasures that keep us going even in the shadow of apocalypse. A waffle house left standing after a hurricane.    Clarity. The odd letter, the directives from above, the fuzzy call. The pieces fell into place. Conway wasn't coming back.   The waitress returned from...somewhere to take my empty plate. I thanked her, but she didn't respond. Instead she turned to leave, which is when I realized that she was only using her right hand.   I tried to ask for her name, but she was gone. A receipt left stuck to the table made the answer clear: “Your server today was: Lucy” accompanied by a smiling face.   AGENT, on tape: Wait, Lucy's real? WREN, on tape: Real as you or I. AGENT: But what happened to her? Where is she? WHO is she? WREN: I'll get to it eventually. Promise. First there's the issue of the Boss.   ****   CONWAY: My physical form dissipated in streaks of light, as did any lingering doubts I might have had. My fingers reached out across the beach, bending over the land. My feet were tree roots, ancient and intractable. My heart caught fire and burned eternally underground. Never again did I need to worry about hunger, pain. Money. I'd have people for that. Speaking of…   I became aware of all those under my domain. Offices like hives, honeycomb cubicles full of shadows. Warehouses of hollow shells sanded down to nothing throughout this great right-to work-state. Souls destroyed by the midwest burned in the lucid engine, now they were husks, but working husks. All at my command with a single impulse. And if I ever needed more workers, I could reach through the wires, touch some hearts, and set them aglow. I wouldn't abuse that power, I thought. I'd make a fine boss. Great, even. Pay's not bad for entry level work so they shouldn't complain.   So what would my first order of business be now that I was the Boss, Wren? Well, it would behoove me to make sure someone like me doesn't find me and take over. I'd need a way to contain any traces of myself, this place, and its inhabitants. I'd need to prevent word from getting out to the public about...well, any of this. I would need people, not just my shadows here but real hands and feet employees, to do it.    I'd need to form an organization, one dedicated to cataloging things out of place and setting them right. Or at least keeping the things that shouldn't exist hidden from public view. A web of people all over the country, a low-profile surveillance network, a vault. I'd form The Dead Letter Office of Aisling, Ohio.    It all lined up. All those piled up cliches, the missing person, the mysterious town, the odd letters. Of course they were all a ruse designed to grab my interest and not let go. It'd been me the whole time. I built this place, on the backs of those I used to work with.    To quote a great philosopher, if I may: “Perfect is the event which assumes its own mode of disappearance...Imagine a good resplendent with all the power of Evil: this is God...creating the world on a dare and calling on it to destroy itself...”   Once I was gone, I needed to make sure no one went looking for me. I'd have to find some cog and keep them at my old desk to sort through the mess. A real beaurocrat. Tell them they're looking for clues. Keep them on a track.   I'd need an intermediary to pass between me and the membrane of the real. Someone of the dream but outside it. It had to be Kenji. The second man, the son of god. My courrier, my herald. He brought me here--at my own behest I knew then--and he would keep me here.   Now all I had to do was sit back and let my word be known. Kenji, take dictation:    There's electricity in the margins on the page, an atom bomb's worth. In the space between the words, there's energy. The things we can't see are made of that energy. They travel through the wires and hide in stoplights. We can't see them because we're not meant to see them. They come out at night and ride on the electrons in the air. We are made of electrons. When the twilight is gone, and no songbirds are singing, God comes through the lines and sits in the streetlights. He waves but you can't see it (fades into The Boss voice)   AGENT, on tape: He told you all that, huh? But he's gone. WREN, on tape: In a manner of speaking, yes. AGENT: Was he ever really there? WREN: In a manner of speaking, no. He was a mask. AGENT: What about you?   WREN: I walked back through the darkness of the cave satiated, but determined. The stars disappeared, the grass receded, and the balmy woods returned. I wandered back to my car and looked up into the clear blue. The hand above had closed into a fist, and it hung motionless in the air, waiting like the cocked hammer of a pistol. The insects in the woods had gone quiet. A hawk was frozen mid-strike. Everything was still and silent. The missing second that only comes along once in a million years.   If the world were a just place, it all would have ended there. The hand would have disappeared, the world would keep spinning, the birds would sing. But it's not, and it didn't. The only justice in the world is that which we make ourselves, by olive branch or blood.    You must understand: this is the inevitable outcome when things are out of balance, when we submit to orthodoxy. When we try to drown out that strange frequency. When all is built on bad faith, entire structures in our brain designed to lie to ourselves. It all collapses eventually. It's fatal. Slow death.    I tried calling Conway again, but he didn't answer. He made me care about him and then turned on me. Damn it all, I let myself get vulnerable. I couldn't be afraid to get my hands dirty this time. I wouldn't be the beetle, devoured by the hungry bird. I would be the wasp, stinging all the way down.   I slammed the car door and sped off in a cloud of gravel and dust.   It's fatal, but it is preventable, this collapse. There's a solution; we're not yet at the end of history. If I couldn't convince Conway--the Boss--to face what was coming nicely, I'd drag him out, kicking and screaming if necessary. I couldn't do it alone, but I could find others. We had the numbers, we could do it. For me, for Lucy, for everyone.   By blood it is, Boss.   I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"   I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye Now I laugh and make a fortune Off the same ones that I tortured And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"   I look like Jesus, so they say But Mr. Jesus is very far away Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true That you love me and I love me   I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" Yes the world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"   AGENT, in projector room: So we've covered that Conway was the founder and Boss of the DLO, Wren tried to track him down, and we were all about to die. Any questions so far? No? Good. Now let's get to the weird stuff.   END   LIZ, floating in the void: Where am I? All I remember is...fire...am I dead? If I'm dead, how come I'm still like...thinking. Suck it, Descartes.   Damn. Does that mean I wrong about the whole god thing?   WREN, from the shadows: Who might you be?   LIZ: I'm Liz, who the hell are you? Wait...you're not…   WREN: No! No, I'm Wren. I'm looking for collaborators. Shadows with some bite left.    LIZ: Uhh...   WREN: I understand this is all very confusing. But if you help me, I'll return the favor.   LIZ: Just tell me this: how's Priya? Is she okay?   WREN: Let me show you.   LIZ: Oh god...   WREN: I know who did this, and I'm coming for him. Are you in?   REAL END   OUT OF FICTION CREDITS:   Hey everyone, it's your host here. Thank you for listening to the first two seasons of the show (assuming you didn't just skip to this episode, that would be a bad idea). Now I'll be taking a break from here on out to work on some season 3 ideas. I would like to thank my patrons, carriers Flo and Jessica, Receiving clerks Ezra, Elena, Jennifer, Patricia, Paul, Spicy Nigel, and Gadz. Thank you all for your support throughout season 2, and to everyone else sharing and supporting the show. If you'd like to get your name in the credits next season like these fine folk, sign up at Patreon.com/somewhereohio and select one of the tiers there. If you like the show, drop a rating or review on your podcast platform of choice. It's free, if you do a rating you don't even have to write anything and it helps the creators a lot (even though it seems like maybe it shouldn't). Until next time.      

This week on “Money Talks,” Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, is joined by fellow Research Analyst Nick Antonucci, CVA, CEPA, and Managing Associate Jarrett McKenzie, CFP®, CWS® to cover the week's market news, consumer prices, and what caused oil and petroleum companies to outperform this week. Jarrett takes a look at an investor's situation who feels that he's done just fine with asset management and doesn't need a financial plan. Jarrett explains how the financial plan is even more critical in retirement than it is during your saving years. Finally the hosts round out the show answering listeners' questions on qualified charitable distributions and e-commerce company Shopify.Check out the show segments using the chapter controls in the player above.Market Roundup: Covering the week of September 13—September 17, 2021Case Study: Financial Planning Beyond RetirementQ&A Time: Qualified Charitable Distributions and Shopify

Henssler Financial's Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, is joined by Managing Associate D.J. Barker, CWS®, and Associate Peter Lynch to discuss the importance of having fiduciaries or trusted contacts for senior investors to help ensure these potentially vulnerable investors are not being exploited. Peter explains the different types of powers of attorney and when they are applicable. Read the Article: https://www.henssler.com/trusted-persons-to-help-with-financial-responsibilities-as-you-age 

This week on “Money Talks,” Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, is joined by Managing Associate D.J. Barker, CWS®, and Associate Peter Lynch to discuss the market's performance, second quarter earnings and the Fed's Beige Book. D.J. and Peter discuss the importance of having fiduciaries or trusted contacts for senior investors to help ensure these potentially vulnerable investors are not being taken advantage of. Peter explains the different types of powers of attorney and when they are applicable. The hosts round out the show discussing the difference between Treasury bonds and Municipal bonds, and some undervalued stocks that appear to be able to handle inflation. Check out the show segments using the chapter controls in the player above.Market Roundup: Covering the week of September 7—September 10, 2021Case Study: Fiduciaries for SeniorsQ&A Time: Treasury vs. Municipal bonds, Haverty Furniture Companies, Post Holdings, and Ameris Bancorp

We get another action-packed slate today for DraftKings and FanDuel. You'll want to be locked into the Awesemo MLB DFS Strategy Show. Join Josh Engleman and Adam Scherer as they navigate the MLB daily fantasy options on 9/1/21 for The MLB DFS Strategy Show. The guys will go game-by-game identifying the top plays of the day. Don't miss all of their top picks. Subscribe to our Fantasy Football channel http://awese.moe/FFSub Subscribe to our Sports Betting channel http://awese.moe/OddsSub Get access to exclusive Awesemo promos, giveaways, and featured content for FREE by joining our daily newsletter: https://www.awesemo.com/email/NEW USERS! Click the link here to get 25% OFF your first week of Awesemo+ Platinum! http://awese.moe/MLBSTRATEGYSHOWMLB STRATEGY SHOW - 0:00BAL (+213) @ TOR (10.0) - 5:21NYY (-270) @ LAA (8.5) - 12:09BOS (-100) @ TB (7.5) - 19:28OAK (-165) @ DET (9.5) - 23:16CLE (+112) @ KC (9.0) - 30:00CHC (+148) @ MIN (9.0) - 34:50PIT (+287) @ CWS (8.5) - 41:00MIL (+152) @ SF (7.5) - 45:47ATL (+190) @ LAD (7.5) - 49:06Awesemo's MLB DFS & Betting Strategy + ToolsMLB Props Tool: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-player-props/MLB Betting Model: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-power-rankings/MLB DFS Primer: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs/How To Win DFS Tournaments: https://www.awesemo.com/gameplan/how-to-win-at-dfs-tournaments/How To Use MLB Fantasy Cruncher https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/optimizing-your-mlb-dfs-process-with-fantasy-cruncher-the-fantasy-crunch/MLB DFS Projections: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-projections-for-draftkings-and-fanduel/MLB DFS Rankings: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/awesemos-mlb-rankings/MLB Ownership Projections: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-draftkings-ownership-projections/MLB DFS Top Stacks: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-top-stack-for-draftkings/MLB DFS Top Pitchers: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-top-pitcher-for-draftkings/#Baseball #DailyFantasy #Picks #MLBDFS #MLBNews #MLBLineups #MLBWeather #MLBDFSPicks #DraftKings #FanDuel More Awesemo PlatformsYouTube | http://awese.moe/youtubeTwitter | @Awesemo_Com | http://awese.moe/TwitterInstagram | @Awesemo_Com | http://awese.moe/IGFacebook | @AwesemoCom | awese.moe/FBFacebook Group | http://awese.moe/FBgroupApple Podcasts | http://awese.moe/podSpotify | http://awese.moe/SpotifyTwitch | http://awese.moe/Twitch

This weeks recommendation is The Dead Letter Office of Somewhere, Ohio. If you like this episode, find them on Twitter and let them know I sent you! The Dead Letter Office of Somewhere, Ohio is a horror-comedy fiction podcast set within one of the last remaining Dead Letter Offices in the country. Join Conway, Wren, and the rest as they archive strange, spooky, surreal pieces of lost mail. Transcripts and content warnings are available in the show notes. Created by Rat Grimes (he/they) Artwork by @ NerdvolKurisu" Website: http://somewhereohio.com Patreon: http://patreon.com/somewhereohio Twitter: @somewhereohio Episode description: A freighter on Lake Erie experiences heavy storms. A salvage goes wrong. Conway reminisces about his past, and has a revelation about his present. (CWs: death, dead animal, brief gore, blood, body horror, insects, alcohol, derealization, deep water) Lyrics to "Farewell Song" originally published by Dick Burnett

Wren recounts their first case. Conway watches some tapes and has a decision to make. Something is coming. Are you looking carefully at the ripples? (CWs: mentions of death and sex, strong language) Transcript coming soon.

Wednesday brings 15 games to build daily fantasy baseball lineups on DraftKings and FanDuel. Join Josh Engleman and Adam Scherer as they navigate the MLB DFS options on 8/18/21 for The MLB DFS Strategy Show. The guys will go game-by-game identifying the top plays of the day, including Rafael Devers. Don't miss all of their top MLB DFS picks and FREE expert picks for every matchup on the main slate. Presented by OddsShopper.25% off Awesemo+ NFL Annual http://awese.moe/BLITZSubscribe to our Fantasy Football channel http://awese.moe/FFSubSubscribe to our Odds channel http://awese.moe/OddsSubNEW USERS! Click the link here to get 25% OFF your first week of Awesemo+ Platinum! http://awese.moe/MLBSTRATEGYSHOWEarly Slate - 0:00BOS (-101) @ NYY (10.0) - 11:37LAA (-136) @ DET (8.5) - 16:39BAL (+190) @ TB (9.0) - 21:10ATL (-198) @ MIA (7.5) - 26:13MIL (-112) @ STL (7.0) - 31:10SEA (-163) @ TEX (9.0) - 34:40OAK (+170) @ CWS (8.5) - 40:18HOU (-163) @ KC (9.5) - 45:15PHI (-135) @ ARI (8.5) - 50:20PIT (+235) @ LAD (9.0) - 35:50Awesemo's MLB DFS & Betting Strategy + ToolsMLB Props Tool: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-player-props/MLB Betting Model: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-power-rankings/MLB DFS Primer: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs/How To Win DFS Tournaments: https://www.awesemo.com/gameplan/how-to-win-at-dfs-tournaments/How To Use MLB Fantasy Cruncher https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/optimizing-your-mlb-dfs-process-with-fantasy-cruncher-the-fantasy-crunch/MLB DFS Projections: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-projections-for-draftkings-and-fanduel/MLB DFS Rankings: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/awesemos-mlb-rankings/MLB Ownership Projections: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-draftkings-ownership-projections/MLB DFS Top Stacks: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-top-stack-for-draftkings/MLB DFS Top Pitchers: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-top-pitcher-for-draftkings/#MLBDFS #MLBNews #MLBLineups #MLBWeather #MLBDFSPicks #DraftKings #FanDuel #Picks #Awesemo #DailyFantasyBaseballFollow us onYouTube | http://awese.moe/youtubeTwitter | @Awesemo_Com | http://awese.moe/TwitterInstagram | @Awesemo_Com | http://awese.moe/TwitterFacebook | @AwesemoCom | http://awese.moe/IGFacebook Group | http://awese.moe/FBgroupApple Podcasts | http://awese.moe/podSpotify | http://awese.moe/SpotifyTwitch | http://awese.moe/Twitch

Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, joined by Managing Associate Jarrett McKenzie, CFP®, CWS®, and Roger Tutterow, Ph.D., Henssler's Chief Economic Adviser, to explore what seems to be a disconnect between a booming stock market and an economy struggling with labor shortages and inflation. Read the Article: https://www.henssler.com/stock-market-and-economy-not-as-disconnected-as-they-seem   

Monday delivers 10 games of night baseball to build daily fantasy baseball lineups on DraftKings and FanDuel. Join Greg Kaufman and Adam Scherer as they navigate the MLB DFS options on 8/16/21 for The MLB DFS Strategy Show. The guys will go game-by-game identifying the top plays of the day including Zack Wheeler. Don't miss all of their top MLB DFS picks and FREE expert picks for every matchup on the main slate.Stream begins at 11:00 a.m. ET sponsored by OddsShopper.25% off Awesemo+ NFL Annual http://awese.moe/BLITZSubscribe to our Fantasy Football channel http://awese.moe/FFSubSubscribe to our Odds channel http://awese.moe/OddsSubMLB Strategy Show - 0:00LAA (8.5) @ NYY (-280) - 3:50CHC (9.5) @ CIN (-220) - 8:09ATL (8.5) @ MIA (+140) - 15:45BAL (8.5) @ TB (-280) - 23:01OAK (9) @ CWS (-105) - 27:00HOU (10) @ KC (+135) - 33:43CLE (9.5) @ MIN (-130) - 40:00SD (12.5) @ COL (+115) - 46:49NYM (8.5) @ SF (-210) - 53:20PIT (9) @ LAD (-320) - 59:00NEW USERS! Click the link here to get 25% OFF your first week of Awesemo+ Platinum! http://awese.moe/MLBSTRATEGYSHOWAwesemo's MLB DFS & Betting Strategy + ToolsMLB Props Tool: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-player-props/MLB Betting Model: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-power-rankings/MLB DFS Primer: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs/How To Win DFS Tournaments: https://www.awesemo.com/gameplan/how-to-win-at-dfs-tournaments/How To Use MLB Fantasy Cruncher https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/optimizing-your-mlb-dfs-process-with-fantasy-cruncher-the-fantasy-crunch/MLB DFS Projections: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-projections-for-draftkings-and-fanduel/MLB DFS Rankings: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/awesemos-mlb-rankings/MLB Ownership Projections: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-draftkings-ownership-projections/MLB DFS Top Stacks: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-top-stack-for-draftkings/MLB DFS Top Pitchers: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-top-pitcher-for-draftkings/#MLBDFS #MLBNews #MLBLineups #MLBWeather #MLBDFSPicks #DraftKings #FanDuel #Picks #Awesemo #DailyFantasyBaseballFollow us onYouTube | http://awese.moe/youtubeTwitter | @Awesemo_Com | http://awese.moe/TwitterInstagram | @Awesemo_Com | http://awese.moe/TwitterFacebook | @AwesemoCom | http://awese.moe/IGFacebook Group | http://awese.moe/FBgroupApple Podcasts | http://awese.moe/podSpotify | http://awese.moe/SpotifyTwitch | http://awese.moe/Twitch

In this episode we read The Willful Princess and the Piebald Prince and Her Father's Sword. Join us as we discover the origins of the hatred for witted folk in the Six Duchies, the intricacies of Farseer lineage, and end with a philosophical take on forgings.  We do have CWs for murder and rape in these stories.   NEXT EPISODE: Fool's Assassin Prologue - Ch 4 (Posting Sep 20th)   Buckkeep Radio - Episode 82: Short Stories (The Willful Princess and the Piebald Prince and Her Father's Sword) Featuring Rachel, Alyssa, Jenny, Eli, Elena and Ashley   The Realm of the Elderlings novels are written by Robin Hobb.   Our theme is The Streets of Sant-Ivo by Mid-Air Machine

This week on “Money Talks,” Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA,  is joined by Managing Associate Jarrett McKenzie, CFP®, CWS®, and Roger Tutterow, Ph.D., Henssler's Chief Economic Adviser, to discuss the week's market performance, the interest rate yield curve and both the Consumer and Producer Price indices. The financial experts explore what seems to be a disconnect between a booming stock market and an economy struggling with labor shortages and inflation. The hosts round out the show answering listeners' questions on transferring ownership of a home while avoiding capital gains taxes and taking a tactical position in the Industrials sector in light of the infrastructure bill floating around D.C. Check out the show segments using the chapter controls in the player above.Market Roundup: Covering the week of August 9 – August 13, 2021Investment Whys: A booming stock market with a struggling economy Q&A Time: Transferring ownership of a home and a tactical position in Industrials

Flight 401 departed JFK Airport in New York on Friday, December 29, 1972, at 21:20 EST, with 163 passengers and 13 crew members on board. The flight was routine until 23:32, when the plane began its approach into Miami International Airport. After lowering the gear, First Officer Stockstill noticed that the landing gear indicator, a green light identifying that the nose gear is properly locked in the "down" position, had not illuminated. This was later discovered to be due to a burned-out light bulb. The landing gear could have been manually lowered, nonetheless. The pilots cycled the landing gear, but still failed to get the confirmation light. Loft, who was working the radio during this leg of the flight, told the tower that they would discontinue their approach to their airport and requested to enter a holding pattern. The approach controller cleared the flight to climb to 2,000 ft (610 m), and then hold west over the Everglades. The cockpit crew removed the light assembly, and Second Officer Repo was dispatched to the avionics bay beneath the flight deck to confirm via a small porthole if the landing gear was indeed down. Fifty seconds after reaching their assigned altitude, Captain Loft instructed First Officer Stockstill to put the L-1011 on autopilot. For the next 80 seconds, the plane maintained level flight. Then, it dropped 100 ft (30 m), and then again flew level for two more minutes, after which it began a descent so gradual it could not be perceived by the crew. In the next 70 seconds, the plane lost only 250 ft (76 m), but this was enough to trigger the altitude warning C-chord chime located under the engineer's workstation. The engineer (Repo) had gone below, and no indication was heard of the pilots' voices recorded on the CVR that they heard the chime. In another 50 seconds, the plane was at half its assigned altitude. As Stockstill started another turn, onto 180°, he noticed the discrepancy. The following conversation was recovered from the flight voice recorder later:Stockstill: We did something to the altitude.Loft: What?Stockstill: We're still at 2,000 feet, right?Loft: Hey—what's happening here? Less than 10 seconds after this exchange, the jetliner crashed:Cockpit area microphone (CAM): [Sound of click]CAM: [Sound of six beeps similar to radio altimeter increasing in rate]CAM: [Sound of initial impact] The location was west-northwest of Miami, 18.7 mi (30.1 km) from the end of runway 9L. The plane was traveling at 227 miles per hour (197 kn; 365 km/h) when it hit the ground. With the aircraft in mid-turn, the left wingtip hit the surface first, then the left engine and the left landing gear, making three trails through the sawgrass, each 5 ft (1.5 m) wide and over 100 ft (30 m) long. When the main part of the fuselage hit the ground, it continued to move through the grass and water, breaking up as it went. The TriStar's port outer wing structure struck the ground first, followed by the No. 1 engine and the port main undercarriage. The disintegration of the aircraft that followed scattered wreckage over an area 1,600 ft (500 m) long and 330 ft (100 m) wide in a southwesterly direction. Only small fragments of metal marked the wingtip's first contact, followed 49 ft (15 m) further on by three massive 115 ft (35 m) swaths cut through the mud and sawgrass by the aircraft's extended undercarriage before two of the legs were sheared off. Then came scattered parts from the No. 1 (port) engine, and fragments from the port wing itself and the port tailplane. About 490 feet (150 m) from the wingtip's initial contact with the ground, the massive fuselage had begun to break up, scattering components from the underfloor galley, the cargo compartments, and the cabin interior. At 820 ft (250 m) along the wreckage trail, the outer section of the starboard wing tore off, gouging a 59-foot-long (18 m) crater in the soft ground as it did so. From this point on, the breakup of the fuselage became more extensive, scattering metal fragments, cabin fittings, and passenger seats widely. The three major sections of the fuselage—the most intact of which was the tail assembly—lay in the mud towards the end of the wreckage trail. The fact that the tail assembly—rear fuselage, No. 2 tail-mounted engine, and remains of the empennage—finally came to rest substantially further forward than other major sections, was probably the result of the No. 2 engine continuing to deliver thrust during the actual breakup of the aircraft. No complete cross-section of the passenger cabin remained, and both the port wing and tailplane were demolished to fragments. Incongruously, not far from the roofless fuselage center section with the inner portion of the starboard wing still attached, lay a large, undamaged and fully inflated rubber dinghy, one of a number carried on the TriStar in the event of an emergency water landing. The breakup of the fuselage had freed it from its stowage and activated its inflation mechanism. Robert "Bud" Marquis (1929–2008), an airboat pilot, was out frog gigging with Ray Dickinsin (1929–1988) when they witnessed the crash. They rushed to rescue survivors. Marquis received burns to his face, arms, and legs—a result of spilled jet fuel from the crashed TriStar—but continued shuttling people in and out of the crash site that night and the next day. For his efforts, he received the Humanitarian Award from the National Air Disaster Alliance/Foundation and the "Alumitech – Airboat Hero Award", from the American Airboat Search and Rescue Association. In all, 75 survived the crash—67 of the 163 passengers and eight of the 10 flight attendants. Despite their own injuries, the surviving flight attendants were credited with helping other survivors and several quick-thinking actions such as warning survivors of the danger of striking matches due to jet fuel in the swamp water and singing Christmas carols to keep up hope and draw the rescue teams' attention, as flashlights were not part of the standard equipment on commercial airliners at the time. Of the cockpit crew, only flight engineer Repo survived the initial crash, along with technical officer Donadeo, who was down in the nose electronics bay with Repo at the moment of impact. Stockstill was killed on impact, while Captain Loft died in the wreckage of the flight deck before he could be transported to a hospital. Repo was evacuated to a hospital, but later succumbed to his injuries. Donadeo, the lone survivor of the four flight-deck occupants, recovered from his injuries. Frank Borman, a former NASA astronaut and Eastern's senior vice president of operations, was awoken at home by a phone call explaining of a probable crash. He immediately drove to Eastern's Miami offices and decided to charter a helicopter to the crash site as the swampy terrain made rescue difficult and Eastern had not heard any news of progress in rescue efforts. There he was able to land in a swampy patch of grass and coordinate rescue efforts. He accompanied 3 survivors on the helicopter to the hospital including a flight attendant and passenger who lost her baby in the crash. Most of the dead were passengers in the aircraft's midsection. The swamp absorbed much of the energy of the crash, lessening the impact on the aircraft. The mud of the Everglades may have blocked wounds sustained by survivors, preventing them from bleeding to death. However, it also complicated the survivors' recuperation, as organisms in the swamp caused infection, with the potential for gas gangrene. Eight passengers became infected; doctors used hyperbaric chambers to treat the infections. All the survivors were injured; 60 received serious injuries and 17 suffered minor injuries that did not require hospitalization. The most common injuries were fractures of ribs, spines, pelvises, and lower extremities. Fourteen survivors had various degrees of burns. The National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB) investigation discovered that the autopilot had been inadvertently switched from altitude hold to control wheel steering (CWS) mode in pitch. In this mode, once the pilot releases pressure on the yoke (control column or wheel), the autopilot maintains the pitch attitude selected by the pilot until he moves the yoke again. Investigators believe the autopilot switched modes when the captain accidentally leaned against the yoke while turning to speak to the flight engineer, who was sitting behind and to the right of him. The slight forward pressure on the stick would have caused the aircraft to enter a slow descent, maintained by the CWS system. Investigation into the aircraft's autopilot showed that the force required to switch to CWS mode was different between the A and B channels (15 vs. 20 lbf or 6.8 vs. 9.1 kgf, respectively). Thus, the switching to CWS in channel A possibly did not occur in channel B, thus depriving the first officer of any indication the mode had changed (channel A provides the captain's instruments with data, while channel B provides the first officer's). After descending 250 feet (76 m) from the selected altitude of 2,000 feet (610 m), a C-chord sounded from the rear speaker. This altitude alert, designed to warn the pilots of an inadvertent deviation from the selected altitude, went unnoticed by the crew. Investigators believe this was due to the crew being distracted by the nose gear light, and because the flight engineer was not in his seat when it sounded, so would not have been able to hear it. Visually, since it was nighttime and the aircraft was flying over the darkened terrain of the Everglades, no ground lights or other visual signs indicated the TriStar was slowly descending. Captain Loft was found during the autopsy to have an undetected brain tumor, in an area that controls vision. However, the NTSB concluded that the captain's tumor did not contribute to the accident. The final NTSB report cited the cause of the crash as pilot error, specifically: "the failure of the flight crew to monitor the flight instruments during the final four minutes of flight, and to detect an unexpected descent soon enough to prevent impact with the ground. Preoccupation with a malfunction of the nose landing gear position indicating system distracted the crew's attention from the instruments and allowed the descent to go unnoticed." In response to the accident, many airlines started crew resource management training for their pilots. The training is designed to make problem solving in a cockpit much more efficient, thus causing less distraction for the crew. Flashlights are now standard equipment near jumpseats, and all jumpseats are outfitted with shoulder harnesses.

On the latest installment of the CavsCorner Podcast, we talk about the start of fall training camp at UVa and what takeaways and storylines we're tracking thus far following the first week. Then we'll get into some things we're eager to more about and also some things that seem like pretty safe bets about this team this season.    Credits: Brad Franklin (@Cavs_Corner) David Spence (@HooDaves) Justin Ferber (@Justin_Ferber) Damon Dillman (@DamonDillman)   Visit CavsCorner now!   SIGN UP TODAY  and  check out our message board  to talk with hundreds of fellow Wahoo fans about all things UVa sports!   Visit MyPerfectFranchise.net for more information on how you can find freedom in your next venture and discover the perfect franchise for you.    Links: Film Room: Breaking down UVa's pass defense concerns   After a strong CWS, UVa's Newell seeks consistency at the Cape   Bond has long wanted to play for Bennett and the Cavaliers   Four-star TE Barnwell a big target for Hoos in 2023   Cavaliers have options, versatility at running back   Reminds of 2020 motivate UVa's defense   Armstrong post-practice notes 8.11.21   Wicks a playmaker early in camp for UVa 

Monday offers one of the shortest slates you will see, with just five games for building daily fantasy baseball lineups on DraftKings and FanDuel. Join Eric Lindquist and Adam Scherer as they navigate the MLB DFS options on 8/9/21 for The MLB DFS Strategy Show. The guys will go game by game identifying the top plays of the day, including Jose Abreu. Don't miss all of their top MLB DFS picks. Presented by OddsShopper.Stream begins at 11:00 a.m. ET.Interested in sports betting? Check out our NEW Sports Betting YouTube Channel here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDRCFbG3JeON668XOrIWq7Q/?sub_confirmation=1MLB Strategy Show - 0:00CIN (-169) @ CLE (9.5) - 5:00MIL (-192) @ CHC (9) - 11:40NYY (-169) @ KC (10) - 21:26 CWS (-191) @ MIN (10) - 36:30MIA (+221) @ SD (7.5) - 51:50Awesemo's MLB DFS & Betting Strategy + ToolsMLB Props Tool: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-player-props/MLB Betting Model: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-power-rankings/MLB DFS Primer: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs/How To Win DFS Tournaments: https://www.awesemo.com/gameplan/how-to-win-at-dfs-tournaments/How To Use MLB Fantasy Cruncher https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/optimizing-your-mlb-dfs-process-with-fantasy-cruncher-the-fantasy-crunch/MLB DFS Projections: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-projections-for-draftkings-and-fanduel/MLB DFS Rankings: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/awesemos-mlb-rankings/MLB Ownership Projections: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-draftkings-ownership-projections/MLB DFS Top Stacks: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-top-stack-for-draftkings/MLB DFS Top Pitchers: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-top-pitcher-for-draftkings/#MLBDFS #MLBNews #MLBLineups #MLBWeather #MLBDFSPicks #DraftKings #FanDuel #Picks #Awesemo #DailyFantasyBaseballFollow us onYouTube | http://awese.moe/youtubeTwitter | @Awesemo_Com | http://awese.moe/TwitterInstagram | @Awesemo_Com | http://awese.moe/TwitterFacebook | @AwesemoCom | http://awese.moe/IGFacebook Group | http://awese.moe/FBgroupApple Podcasts | http://awese.moe/podSpotify | http://awese.moe/SpotifyTwitch | http://awese.moe/Twitch

Ep.122 features local standout and Stanford All American from Buchanan HS, Brock Jones!This is pure gold! He is an awesome young man and was a plessure to have on the podcast! We make a deal on getting tattoos you don't want to miss!! We talk Stanford getting to OMAHA, NC State being forced out of the CWS, The Olympics, how tough it really is at Stanford and about a 100 other things! Please SUB now so we can get Chad his tattoo!!

A man finds strangely familiar movies outside his door, someone pushes a rock up a hill, a dog chases its tail, and Wren takes things into their own hands. (CWs, minor spoilers: blood, death, brief mention of sex, some language, vomit, birds, dogs, derealization) TRANSCRIPT: WREN: The crowd at the Song Bird had vanished. The edges of the room faded into a misty gray. The woman I'd been talking to was gone. All that remained was the stage, awash in nightclub luminance. There was something standing on the stage. A kind of shapeless being. Its body was waving like a dead flag stirred by a subtle breeze. Harsh noise blared through the ashen bar. It seemed to be facing my direction despite its lack of features. I turned to run for the exit, but the door was no longer there: the back half of the dive bar now extended into an endless void. The jittering form reached out, and from its hand erupted streams of black ribbon. They curled around my feet with some force and bound my movement. I kicked and tore at them, but it was no use. They continued snaking up my legs. The shape on the stage bellowed again, a horn from the lighthouse of the damned, and the ribbons tugged hard at my feet, knocking me down and pulling me toward the thing. The strands were halfway up my torso, and quickly began restricting my arms as I clawed at the checkered linoleum floor. I was pulled halfway up the stage, wrapped nearly to my throat in tight black bands. The closer I got to the umbral figure, the harder it became to breathe. My chest tightened, and each breath felt like I was gulping down burning air. I felt a hot jolt run through my body. I wriggled furiously and knocked over the microphone stand. Feedback screeched through the ethereal room. Just as the ribbon was about to encroach on my lips and stifle my cries, something emerged from the gloom beyond the walls. It flew between the projector and lyrics splashed on the screen and for just an instant, it cast an avian silhouette against the wall: a huge feathered beast, wings flared and talons outstretched to strike. It slammed into the shadow on stage and tore through the strands confining me. No longer connected to my would-be abductor, they lost their mystic pull. I broke my arms free and tore through at the constraints around my feet. It wasn't until later--hunched over my stained coffee table with a mug of green tea, draped in a blanket and shaking--that I realized what had been wrapping me: magnetic ribbon, the kind used in video tapes. The giant raven stood on stage with its back to me, its foot on the slowly vanishing shadow monster. It struck me as odd that the thing had any form at all on which to step. But now was no time for wandering thoughts. I tried to call out, but my voice was hoarse and dry. The bird didn't move. WREN: “You saved me from...whatever that was. Can I repay your kind favor somehow?” The hulking corvid turned its head back to me. It had no beak, nor feathers on its face. Instead I saw pale skin, dark eyes, lips; upsettingly human. AVERY: “You already have,”  WREN: it replied in a voice that sounded uncannily like my own. And then the bar was back, and I was standing alone and disheveled in the middle of a vibrant dance floor. No bird, no shadow, no ribbon. Just me, alone among the crowd. I fled the bar and didn't look back. Though looking back now, I think I forgot to pay my tab. I should probably return soon and hope for a better experience. Now, let's take a look at the penultimate letter in Conway's backlog. It is addressed to a John Johnson at 123 Cool Street, Real City, Ohio. Right...seems like the only indication of where it came from is the stationary, labeled “Welcome to the Deerland Mall.” I don't think I've heard of a Deerland, Ohio, nor its mall. Let's see what this letter has to offer. CONWAY: Let me tell you a story. An aspiring screenwriter and college dropout was working at an indie movie theater. Let's call him John. He worked the late shift, usually slow now that the old college town was starting to lose most of its college students. He used his free time in the projection room to work on his scripts. He had a friend, we'll say David, who said he was “in the biz,” whatever that means. About once a week, David sent over some weird reel he'd gotten a hold of. Once the manager was off for the day and the crowds had all but gone home, John would set up the projector and screen whatever wild stuff David had found. Exploitation flicks, experimental genre stuff, early short films by famous directors. It wasn't always that exciting, though. Sometimes it was boring b-roll footage, or badly transferred home movies. Regardless, John would screen them and then he and David would talk about it the next day. One evening, deep into the greasy salty night, John nodded off while waiting for a delivery. It was only for a minute, but when he woke up, a film canister was there at the door to the projection room. John looked the canister over. No shipping package, no label, no markings, just a clean metal disc. John loaded it up as usual. As the flickering quicksilver poured through the empty theater onto the screen, John was struck by something. He knew the star of this one. Not like in the way you “know” a celebrity, he really knew her. He couldn't see her face right away but he knew it was her: an ex of his he hadn't talked to in years. She wasn't an actor, never showed an interest in it to his knowledge, but there she was.  She was winding down the aisles of a brightly lit grocery store. She picked up a box of fruit loops and put it in her cart. Then she was outside shivering, looking up at the full winter moon through cloudy breath. The moon was a bowl of cereal she ate for breakfast, then click clack off to work along the rumbling subway tunnels, click clack keyboards and phone calls, the touch of fur under palm, and then the reel stopped.  There was no dialogue, no real characters, no theme or meaning he could really get at. The backgrounds and settings were all vague, almost abstract. But it all seemed a little familiar to John. He felt a wave of deja vu wash over him, a memory tingling in some lost corner of his mind trying to get his attention. The next day, John called David and asked him where he got the film. David had no idea what John was talking about. He didn't send any reels that week. John told David to hold off with the movies for now, just to see if any more of these unsourced films showed up. And show up they did.  *** Saturday night somewhere in Pittsburgh. Interior of John's apartment. He's fast asleep in bed. We can hear his snoring as we pass through the open window. Tight shot of John's face, then crossfade into the dream. John is on a plane, middle seat surrounded by faceless strangers murmuring incomprehensible dialogue. “Watermelon, peas and carrots, lorem ipsum.” He looks around the flying tin and sucks in the stale air. The window shade is open, cloudless dawn or dusk or the dead of night shimmers out of view. The plane cruises through thick rivulets of puffy clouds. John is terribly thirsty. He tries to signal for a flight attendant but his arm won't rise. He tries to talk but his voice comes out in a soft hiss. He screams, but his expletive barely moves past his lips before silently crashing to the floor.  Then John is sitting in the terminal in Germany with a return flight in a week. But he's forgotten to call off work. He tries to call his boss, but the line won't connect. Wide shot of John's bedroom, he bolts upright and looks out the window. A plane blinks in the sky over the city. Scene. *** Sunday night came around and John was at the theater as usual. He was scribbling away in the moleskine notebook as the projector streamed a vision of another world on the screen. The click and whirr of the machine was a nice distraction, a good way to occupy the nagging part of his brain that always pulled at his attention. Just as he had started writing some snappy dialogue, there was a clank outside the projection room. He peeked outside, and in front of the door was another blank canister, the deliverer nowhere to be seen.  There was no one in the audience, so no one would mind a quick change of scenery, right? The projector buzzed and spun the new reel. Light filtered through the 35mm print, spitting its magnified contents across the room. When the first image appeared, John's breath caught in his chest. He felt the creeping itch of panic in his throat like rising seawater. There was a plane, a crowd of people, an open window, a thirsty patron, a terminal. Exactly like John's dream, or what he could remember of it. That's when he realized why the first mysterious film was so familiar: it was a dream he'd had a few weeks back. Fragments of half-forgotten sights and sounds flashed in a jumbled collage in his mind. “Holy shit, is that Emily?” David asked as the two sat in the audience for a private late night screening of the first mysterious film. “I had no idea she could act. This is pretty good!” John was less enthused. “Sorry. It's so short though. Is that it?” John said that had to be it because that's all that was in his dream.  “This is literally unbelievable. Like I don't believe what you're saying. Wait a week, and if another comes in, call me right away. We'll watch it together and I'll see if you're just messing with me.” John had fitful sleep the following week. He couldn't focus on his writing. He was getting irritable and paranoid. Someone had to be watching him, right? How else would they know this stuff? Were they reading his journal? John woke up that sunday groggy and distracted. He couldn't remember his dream clearly, something about a street maybe. But come nightfall, another canister showed up at the projectionist's door. John set the reel spinning and David watched. In the film, David was in the middle of Hamburg, Germany, or rather what a young white guy in America who's never been abroad might imagine Hamburg looks like. He was wandering through the streets and looking at the various buildings. He kept turning to the camera and saying something, but there was no sound. Then the screen went white. “What the hell was that?” David accused more than asked this time. “Were you spying on me or something? Where was that? I don't recognize it.” John reiterated the theory about his dreams. David was pale now, the reality of what was going on finally sinking in. “This is sick. Bad sick. That means someone is watching this and putting it into to film. What if you have a messed up dream, or like a sex thing with somebody, or a nightmare. Are there other copies being sent to other theaters? I don't want people seeing this.” It was all too much for John, too intimate, too unsettling. We can't control what we dream anymore than we can control our heartbeat or our appetites. It just is what it is. But what if what it is is really rotten? And what if someone else finds that rot at our core? These were John's thoughts as he looked over other jobs for the week. At least maybe if he got away from the theater, this would all stop. Made about as much sense as how it started. Why did David have to start bringing over bootleg reels anyway? He's the one who got John into this and Interior. Unknown time. John is standing in a stark white bathroom, the floor stained deep red in a growing pool. There's David, his throat slit open, painting streaks of crimson on the wall as he flails and grips at his wound. In John's hand is a straight razor, you know like the kind old barbers sharpened on that leather strip. Real Sweeney Todd stuff. David chokes and bubbles until his body slows and he slumps against the wall. John climbs in the shower behind him and closes the curtain. The blood rushing in his ears is the deafening sound of waves on the shore. He can still see the red smears through the plastic curtain in a smudged vignette, and the red on his hands drips into the tub. He sees a blur that used to be David in the corner. John's vision shakes as the blur that was David rises. Circles of pulsing light shoot through John as the blur that was David comes closer, one unfocused hand reaching, gripping the shower curtain. It pulls, the cheap pvc sheet ripped from its hooks, and falls over John's head. He tumbles backward against the shower wall. The blur that was David leans in, and John was back at work screening some real junk for an audience of two. Probably teens there to make out. He was drawing little ink circles in his notebook. He hadn't had any good ideas in weeks. All of his thoughts were occupied by his current...predicament. He draws the circle bigger and bigger, until it expands beyond the borders of his notebook and paints black lines in the air. The ink begins filling the room. It threatens to absorb him into its eternal center. He tries to run but his legs are John's notebook hitting the ground stirred him. The projector was spinning dry and the only patrons departed. He must have dozed off. He stuffed his notebook in his bag and moved to leave when he saw the canister outside the door: a round tin streaked with red. John's heart fell through the floor. Metaphorically speaking, that is. Good stories should have metaphors, right? The last real dream he could really remember was... There must be some kind of sickness in us, in humans. We know we shouldn't but...well, we just can't walk away, can we? This sickness, curiosity. A cruel prank by god, maybe. Or an evolutionary mechanism to get us to destroy ourselves. We stick our fingers in a dog's mouth then act surprised when we get bit. We can't turn our backs to the fire even as it melts our faces. We can't leave well enough alone, we can't just accept that some things aren't meant to be seen, to be known. Yeah, even when we do know, we just have to see for ourselves to be sure, don't we? Or maybe that's just me, and I'm..ah, what's the word… John watched the movie, of course. The razor, the blood, the shower, the blur that was David, all there, all realer than real on that massive screen. He ripped the film from the projector, jamming and tangling the whole thing up. He called David. Tried to anyway, but David didn't answer. He figured his friend had a late night or early night or whatever the hell kind of night it would take to make things okay. But John didn't know that David would never answer a call again. *** Interior, projection booth, midday. John is playing one of the summer's box office hits for a packed audience. He pops in the second reel and gets ready for the switch. When the old reel runs out and the new one starts, the screen glows with morbid celluloid. Razor, blood, shower, blur. John feels his body go cold from the inside out despite the heat. He sees every mistake he's ever made, every regret he has, pass before him, and before the audience. They watch as if nothing's changed. John stands up and creeps toward the small glass porthole in the booth. He looks out over the patrons. He can't quite make out any faces, but they're all watching his worst fears intently. Then the bloody short ends and John appears on screen, standing in the projection booth, peering out the tiny window. John's breaths are ragged, his mind racing through justifications for what's happening, but there's only one. He wipes the dripping sweat from his burning forehead and the John on the screen does too. He holds up his right hand and movie John follows. He trips backward, disoriented and sick to his core. John's back slams into the projector as he stumbles. It falls, the film seizing up in its mechanism, and then shuts down.  The audience erupts in applause. John sits against the broken projector. His stomach's churning something fierce. He can feel it tickling the back of his throat again. From his mouth pours black tape, technicolor nightmare ribbon, in spools on the floor. He pulls and retches as the film exits his body. The audience cheers. Curtains. Scene. *** Now what was the lesson here? Was all that oddness just a dream? That would seem a bit cheap, wouldn't it? Or is John himself just a dream? Or, maybe, you're the dream, and John's the dreamer. Well, I'll leave it to you to figure out. Did I say a story? I lied: I've got three. See, three's a good round number.  You know the myth of Sisyphus? Imagine you were cursed to push a boulder up a hill all day. When you get to the top, it rolls back down the hill and you have to start over again. Now repeat that forever. Imagine you had to grind away day after day, working yourself to dust for most of your waking hours. You had to toil and strain all your life for nothing. Just bearing the weight of that rock. The labors never cease. Camus imagined the absurdity of it all, figured sisyphus happy. I think based on experience, that's a load shit. Now imagine someone came along and told you they'd let you switch places with the rock. You could finally relax, you could finally be on top. You could let someone else carry that weight for a while. I mean, someone's gotta do it, right? Do you think Sisyphus would take that offer? Would you? All right, one more story. Last one, I promise. There's a dog all alone out in a field of broken corn stalks. He's supposed to be hunting. But he sees something move behind him out of the corner of his eye. He spins around to catch it, but it's gone. Then another flash of movement. He turns back and there's still nothing there. He's getting nervous now, his mouth hanging open, tongue lolling with each anxious pant. He stamps his feet into the dark earth and shakes. The movement comes back, but this time he waits. He'll surely get it this time if he's patient. His anticipation for the catch grows, his ears perk up. The thing behind him reveals itself. He spins in a tight circle and clamps down. Not quite as strong as the wolf, but there's enough of the primal, ancient grit in him to kill. But what's this? Whatever he's caught is attached to him, coming directly from his hind quarters. He pulls, and feels the tug on his own back. It's furry, and it smells familiar. He stands for a moment in that shattered field, tail in teeth. He's forgotten what his purpose is. He tries to think of something all the way back, some instinct that runs in the blood of those who hunted mammoths and survived glacial flow, the fear of every human huddled in caves, huts, cabins. This isn't what he's supposed to be doing. There's something else. But that thought is beyond him now. So he lets go his tail. Now he's really gonna do what he's told, what he's trained to do. Then the swish of something swaying behind him, a blur of gray or brown in his periphery, and it starts again. Don't go chasing your tail on a hunch or you'll end up getting hurt. Stick to what you're supposed to do. Some birds are just bigger than others, you know? Of course the big birds at the top of the feeder get their fill, but what they leave behind rains down on the sparrows and wrens below, and trickles down to even the lowest of birdkind. They all benefit if they stay in their places. Or so I've been told. So which are you gonna be? The dog or the wren? *** WREN: And with that, there's only one piece of mail left in Conway's inbox: the last letter on his to-do list the day he vanished. I suppose the backlog all recorded and archived, they'll be sending me back to my original office next week. Or maybe they'll keep me here a while to continue doing this. It's hard not to wonder what happened, though. So many loose ends. I'm fighting nearly every instinct I have to look deeper, but I've been explicitly instructed not to do so--some might say threatened. This has come to an inauspicious end, hasn't it? Let's see what this last letter has in store for us before we part. It looks like a postcard, a little worn and discolored. On the front is a white lighthouse. The script below indicates it's in Aisling, Ohio. And on the back is just one sentence. It reads:   Little Songbird, That's not your tail moving behind you. Bite, and don't let go. -Lucy   *off mic, shuffling, footsteps and a door closes*  WREN, muffled: Hey, Martinez, when did this one come in?  *unclear dialogue from a second person* WREN: Are you certain?  *unclear dialogue* WREN: Who flagged it?  *unclear dialogue* WREN: No, no! Don't get The Boss. This isn't work-related, it's...personal curiosity.  *unclear dialogue* WREN: Actually could you let them know I'm done with Conway's pile here. And I think I'm going to take a vacation. Thank you! *sounds of sitting back at the desk* WREN: I'll find out what happened to you, Conway, directives be damned. Now where the hell is Aisling, Ohio? *out of fiction credits* Hey everyone, it's your host here. Just want to give a shoutout to all the lovely patrons that help make this show possible. So thank you to carriers Flo and Jessica, and to receiving clerks Gadz, Paul, Spicy Nigel, and Patricia and to everyone else sharing and supporting the show.  If you'd like to support the show and get your name in the credits like these fine folk, head on over to patreon.com/somewhereohio and sign up for one of the tiers there. Thank you again, and happy belated birthday, Nigel!

Managing Associate D.J. Barker, CWS®, and Associate Michael Griffin, CFP®, join Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, to discuss a common trend at the beginning of the year: getting one's financial house in order. They discuss the ideal debt-to-income ratio, how it affects your ability to get a mortgage, and how to improve your debt-to-income ratio.

This week on “Money Talks,” Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, is joined by Senior Associate Jarrett McKenzie, CFP®, CWS®, and Associate Melanie Wells, CFP®, to discuss how a little financial planning for retirement can greatly impact your taxes today.

Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, is joined by Research Analyst Jacob Keen and Senior Associate Jarrett McKenzie, CFP®, CWS®, to discuss an investor's situation where she is fully invested in target-date funds outside of her 401(k).

Gary talks about the NC State baseball leak calling out NCAA on CWS exit.

Gary quickly glances at the 2022 MLB Schedule as it's just been released and explains why we probably won't get another MLB game around the time of CWS and more!

Wednesday offers another packed night of baseball with 15 games featured all day to build daily fantasy baseball lineups on DraftKings and FanDuel. Join Greg Ehrenberg and Adam Scherer as they navigate the MLB DFS options on 8/4/21 for The MLB DFS Strategy Show. The guys will go game-by-game identifying the top plays of the day including Jose Altuve. Don't miss all of their top MLB DFS picks.Stream begins at 11:00 a.m. ET.Interested in sports betting? Check out our NEW Sports Betting YouTube Channel here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDRCFbG3JeON668XOrIWq7Q/?sub_confirmation=1Early Slate - 0:00BAL (+215) @ NYY (9.5) - 28:04PHI (-105) @ WAS (9.5) - 34:42CLE (+175) @ TOR (9.5) - 37:30NYM (-155) @ MIA (7.5) - 41:10BOS (-150) @ DET (9) - 44:15LAA (-180) @ TEX (8) - 47:20KC (+210) @ CWS (8.5) - 52:30ATL (-115) @ STL (9) - 57:15CHC (+140) @ COL (11) - 1:00:57SF (-180) @ ARI (8.5) 1:04:30HOU (+185) @ LAD (9) - 1:09:10Awesemo's MLB DFS & Betting Strategy + ToolsMLB Props Tool: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-player-props/MLB Betting Model: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-power-rankings/MLB DFS Primer: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs/How To Win DFS Tournaments: https://www.awesemo.com/gameplan/how-to-win-at-dfs-tournaments/How To Use MLB Fantasy Cruncher https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/optimizing-your-mlb-dfs-process-with-fantasy-cruncher-the-fantasy-crunch/MLB DFS Projections: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-projections-for-draftkings-and-fanduel/MLB DFS Rankings: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/awesemos-mlb-rankings/MLB Ownership Projections: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-draftkings-ownership-projections/MLB DFS Top Stacks: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-top-stack-for-draftkings/MLB DFS Top Pitchers: https://www.awesemo.com/mlb/mlb-dfs-top-pitcher-for-draftkings/#MLBDFS #MLBNews #MLBLineups #MLBWeather #MLBDFSPicks #DraftKings #FanDuel #Picks #Awesemo #DailyFantasyBaseballFollow us onYouTube | http://awese.moe/youtubeTwitter | @Awesemo_Com | http://awese.moe/TwitterInstagram | @Awesemo_Com | http://awese.moe/TwitterFacebook | @AwesemoCom | http://awese.moe/IGFacebook Group | http://awese.moe/FBgroupApple Podcasts | http://awese.moe/podSpotify | http://awese.moe/SpotifyTwitch | http://awese.moe/Twitch

Managing Associate D.J. Barker, CWS®, and Associate Michael Griffin, CFP®, joined by Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, examine the situation of a senior investor who wants to manage future taxes on her investments by converting a portion of her retirement funds to a Roth IRA. Read the Article: https://www.henssler.com/roth-ira-conversion-seems-straightforward-but-devil-is-in-the-details 

Gary sends out a congrats and remembers a High School HOFer. Then, dives into more about the NCAA including the CWS as well as who would run March Madness if there is no NCAA and more!

With about 2 months remaining in the regular season, Shwebsi and Jordan reconvene to discuss the big splashes that teams made at the trade deadline, and the subsequent ripple effects that will be felt in your deep leagues during the home stretch. Timestamps: Quick hits: Bradley Zimmer (3:53), Rodolfo Castro (4:20), Giants love (5:30), Tyrone Taylor (8:21), Brendan Rodgers (9:38), Luis Arraez (10:22), Luis Patino (11:52), Tanner Houck (15:28)  Team-by-team deep league trade ripples: ATL (18:01), ARI (19:34) , BAL (21:06), BOS (21:55), CHC (24:23), CWS (29:35), CLE (30:59), COL (34:35), DET (36:40), HOU (37:50), KC (41:28), LAA (43:39), LAD (46:02), MIA (47:32), MIL (51:47), MIN (54:17), NYM (56:49), NYY (59:04), OAK (59:57), PHI (1:02:03), PIT (1:03:46), SDP (1:05:55), SFG (1:08:28), SEA (1:10:26), STL (1:14:04), TB (1:14:40), TEX (1:17:28), TOR (1:19:03), WSH (1:19:52)  ---- If you want to join us as we prep and record the podcast LIVE every Sunday night, join us starting at 9:00 pm EST over on twitch.tv/shwebsi. We may even answer your question or give you a shoutout live on the show!  Be sure to follow us on Twitter @InTheDeepPL, and feel free to send any mailbag questions to inthedeeppl@gmail.com.  Follow us each individually on Twitter:  Chris - @Shwebsi  Jordan - @BuntSingles  Get PL+ and join our Discord: https://pitcherlist.com/plus

This week on “Money Talks,” Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, is joined by Managing Associate D.J. Barker, CWS®, and Associate Michael Griffin, CFP®, to cover consumer confidence, the Fed maintaining their opinion on transitory inflation, and that while second-quarter's GDP was less than expected, it has risen above pre-pandemic levels. D.J. and Michael examine the situation of a senior investor who wants to manage the taxes due on her investments by converting some retirement funds to a Roth IRA. The experts also address listeners' questions on diversifying into international funds, digital payment company PayPal Holdings, Inc., and using an indirect rollover of a 401(k) balance to have access to the funds for 60 days. Check out the show segments using the chapter controls in the player above.Market Roundup: Covering the week of July 26 – July 30, 2021Case Study: Roth IRA conversions over the age of 60Q&A Time: International funds, PayPal Holdings, Inc., and Indirect Rollovers for 401(k) funds

Chief Investment Officer Troy Harmon, CFA, CVA, is joined by Managing Associate Jarrett McKenzie, CFP®, CWS®, and Research Analyst Nick Antonucci, CVA, CEPA, to take a closer look at a common investor situation of having cash available for investment but are reluctant to invest it given that the stock market and real estate are at all-time highs, while rates on fixed income are as low as ever. Read the Related Article, "Is Cash King? Depends on Your Needs." at https://www.henssler.com/is-cash-king-depends-on-your-needs  

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We are joined by newly crowned National Champion from the Miss St baseball team Houston Harding. We talk about growing up in a small town like Coldwater and making the commute to ECS to better his opportunities. Talk his love for family and hunting. Then we discuss how he ended up at ICC where he dominated and ultimately got his shot to play in Starkville. We then talk about the magical run to a national title where he played a pivotal role including being the winner of game 2 of the CWS. Houston then gives us breaking news about his future. As usual we play a game of this or that and follow by discussing all major sports headlines. “We do not own the rights to this music”

Tim & Ross are back after the CWS layoff. Omaha World-Herald's Jon Nyatawa joins the show to help catch us up.

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Wren reads a letter about a man tormented by a song. Conway finds some answers, but they're about as useful as you might expect. Wren goes out.   (CWs, minor spoilers, seriously this one gets kind of gross: worms, snakes, ear trauma, body horror, space, paranoia, slime, blood, vomit, derealization)    Also, check out Wake of Corrosion at wakeofcorrosion.buzzsprout.com   Transcript available in the episode notes at somewhereohio.com

I DON'T KNOW IF YOU HAVE HEARD, but Mississippi State won the college baseball National Championship last week in Omaha, so Melanie and I talk just a *little* *bit* about that on this week's episode. We also discuss the fact that lo, the Olympics are almost upon us, which means that Melanie will be living her best life as she learns about all the Meaningful Life Stories and cheers for athletes from all around the world. Let's be honest: watching the Olympics is pretty much a Shankle-tacular. In addition to the sports news, we share about what we're reading and talk a little more about a show we've both recently watched and loved. Plus, it's my turn for Five Favorites, and we have some exciting news about our Amazon shop. Or maybe "exciting" is a stretch. But nonetheless, we have news. Hope y'all enjoy!  - Our Amazon Shop - Become a Patron Show Notes: - Mississippi State wins the college baseball National Championship - Jake Mangum tells Coach Lemonis in 2019 that he's going to win the NC for MSU - Out of Left Field postgame podcast episode (recorded after the Bulldogs won the CWS - it is FANTASTIC) - An excellent YouTube playlist of State's path to the national championship - Karen Howell's Twitter - Good on Paper - Starstruck (not for the children) - Four Weddings and a Funeral on Hulu - Laura Tremaine on Instagram (her content on making time to read is a treasure) - Annie B. Jones' book recommendations - Favorite Day dark chocolate espresso trail mix - The Rise and Fall of Mars Hill podcast - a delightful caftan / cover-up option - Peace to All Who Enter Here plaque for doorframe - Faith Adjacent episode about John Mayer - @houseinhabit (Mel's favorite Free Britney account) - "Britney Spears's Conservatorship Nightmare" by Ronan Farrow and Jia Tolentino Sponsors: -  Third Love (use this link for 20% off your first purchase) - Thrive Market (use this link for $20 off your first order and a free gift) - Care/of (use promo code BIGBOOCAST50 for 50% off your first order) - Native (use promo code BIGBOO at checkout for 20% off your first order)

Joe and Andy open the episode talking Steve Ballmer, Chris Paul and the Suns advancing to the NBA Finals. Next they discuss Bobby Bonilla day and the Trevor Bauer sexual assault allegations. Then they talk NCAA athletes profiting from NIL and take a call from Dabo Swinney. They finish the show with DirtBall calls and a CWS update. www.millerlite.com/dirtysports Subscribe on YouTube - www.youtube.com/DirtySports Follow us on Instagram: www.instagram.com/thedirtysports/ Follow us on Twitter - www.twitter.com/thedirtysports Follow Andy Ruther on IG - www.instagram.com/AndyRuther/ Follow Joe Praino on IG - www.instagram.com/JoePraino/

This is the OutKick 360 for Thursday July 1, 2021.The Nashville Predators have traded away a key piece of the franchise's rise to prominence. What the Viktor Arvidsson trade says and does for the future in Smashville. Chris Lee of VandySports.com joins OutKick 360 to discuss the Commodores failures in the CWS, Kumar Rocker's impact on the program and how Name, Image & Likeness could play out on West End.NIL is the new frontier of college sports. So much to explore.Privacy Policy and California Privacy Notice.

Paul is joined by Teddy Cahill of Baseball America to talk CWS. Paul also takes Calls.

On the latest episode the guys welcome the newest member to the CFB Uncensored family, Tyler's new son Holden. Then they get into the nitty gritty going over the CWS debacle with NC State and the NCAA. Did Marler actually side with the NCAA?? Next they talk worst big stadiums in college football, and finally they close out with a hilarious Drunk History on the Mike Price "era" at Alabama.

TJ and Richie interview former FSU star, David Nichols. They chat about his time at Florida State, what he's doing now, and his clothing line: Big Guard U. They also chat some golf, talk the NCST debacle at the CWS, dive into FSU recruiting.   Double Fries No Slaw is brought to you by Guthrie's in Tallahassee. You can visit both of their locations at 1818 W Tennessee Street and 2550 N Monroe! Support the guys: patreon.com/doublefriespod

David Schoenfield steps in for Buster today where he is joined by Todd Radom for this week's Forgotten Franchise and weekly trivia quiz! Then, Karl Ravech joins the show to discuss MLB no-hitters and the excitement surrounding the CWS in Omaha.

Brandon Walker is in the host chair today, live from Omaha, Nebraska for the College Baseball World Series. Marty Mush, Ben Mintz, Carl, Big T and Coach Duggs join the crew from DJ's Dugout Bar in front of a live audience. Topics include Mississippi State's miraculous win last night, Carl meeting Al Leiter and the Vandy Whistler, tonights CWS game and a whole lot more. As always everyone also gives their picks for tonight's games.

Blue Wire's Chase Thomas is joined by Volquest's Ryan Schumpert and UTK Daily Beacon's Ethan Stone to talk about the Vols advancing past LSU to the CWS to face Virginia, who to watch for in Sunday's game, the Vols losing Malachi Wideman at WR, Dylan Sampson's commitment, and why Joe Milton might be QB1 come November.

First we hit the dip line for a NASCAR minute and Dillon gets roasted, NHL & NBA playoff rundown, US Open odds and preview, and we look at who is and who might be in Omaha for the CWS. (10:28) Dipp Line (20:04) NHL (28:43) NBA (35:35) CWS (42:52) US Open (54:28) The Sports Party