Transcript
Bill Burr (0:00)
Hey, what's going on?
Bill Burr (0:01)
It's Bill Burr and it's time for the Thursday afternoon pod.
Bill Burr (0:04)
Friday after.
Bill Burr (0:04)
Ah, what the fuck? Ah, Jesus Christ. Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr. It's time for the Thursday afternoon, just before Friday, my morning podcast and, ah.
Paul Versey (0:15)
Checking in on you.
Bill Burr (0:17)
Wow, sorry. My brain. My brain, man. It's been all over the place, man. Anyways, what's going on? What are you doing? Yeah, you doing good?
Dean Del Rey (0:35)
All right, what are we going to talk about?
Bill Burr (0:36)
Let's talk about. Let's talk about. Let's talk about sports, baby. Let's talk about you and me. Let's talk about all the money that you can make on that shit. Let's talk about sports. Such a weird fucking song. Let's do a public service announcement about safe sex, ladies. Anyway, I caught the replay of the final, like five minutes of that Giants Denver Bronco game. All right, here's. Here's the new drinking game. All right? Whenever the fucking announcer goes, there's plenty of time left. You got to do a shot. That's all they say there was a minute. Like when I was growing up, way back in the day, when I was growing up, the. What you had at the end of the game was something called the two minute offense. And if there was two minutes left in the game, it was an offense that could get you down the fucking field. Because back then teams played football for 60 minutes. They didn't play shutdown defense for 58 minutes. And then the final fucking two minutes, for whatever reason, send two guys down to their own end zone and leave Everybody else given 30 yard cushions, right? So there was a minute 51 left, there was three possessions, two touchdowns, and a field goal happened in the final fucking minute 51. And the announcers. And anytime, every time the person got 151, plenty of time left, they go down the field. I don't know how quickly they scored.
Paul Versey (2:21)
There's like.
Bill Burr (2:22)
And then there's like a minute left. Giants get the ball back, plenty of time left. They get to like midfield and they go. At this point, It'd be a 56 yarder, which is well within his range. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, 56 yards. If 56 yards was well within anybody's range three years ago, they'd be the greatest field goal kicker of all fucking time. I mean, if they hit it, but if it was well within their fucking range. 56 yard. For the first 50 years of me watching football was a fucking. That was unbelievable. I still remember my Buddy passed away. I kept his voice message forever. He called me. He goes, hey, he's just calling to see if he just saw Adam Vinateri's 57Y. He went up in falsetto because it was fucking amazing.
