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 in on you. Just

checking in on you. I'm actually recording this Wednesday before the game 7.

Just fucking with you. It's Thursday. I watched the game. I know what happened.

All right. I got to say congratulations to the St. Louis Blues on your first

Stanley Cup championship ever. Avenge your mother's day's loss was at May 13,

1970 something like that. Forty fucking nine years later. I'm not gonna lie to

you. I had a smile on my face when I was watching all those St. Louis Blues

fans going crazy and one of my favorite things in the world is watching a

franchise that hasn't won it and forever win it. But I feel like I got fucked

over because they beat my team so I couldn't fully enjoy it the same way like

you know I was rooting for the Eagles you know to win a Super Bowl. I just

didn't want them to beat the Patriots. So both of those you know I felt like I

would have enjoyed way more obviously if they weren't beating my team but like

Jesus Christ hats off to the St. Louis Blues organization. They played a fucking

masterful game seven. It was such a great series where it was really just the

speed of the Bruins versus this physical will of the Blues. What was going to

win and I got to say old freckles kind of called it Diddy not. Diddy not. I said

the way to beat the Blues is you got to score first and pull them out of that

fucking trap defense that they were playing and which would open up the ice

for our speed and that's what happened in game like game three and game six.

And when they went up one to nothing I was like fuck we need we need to get

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