Oi, mate, you’re not the only one who struck gold with the underdogs! I was all over those Morocco vibes too—those odds were screaming "cha-ching" louder than a slot machine on a hot streak. Paid off my car? Nah, I’m still rolling in my beat-up clunker, but I did splurge on some primo NHL playoff tickets. Nothing beats live action when you’ve got cash burning a hole in your pocket from a World Cup upset. Favorites sweating? Oh, I live for that chaos—same energy I’m banking on for the NHL postseason. Who’s your dark horse for the Stanley Cup run?