Bill Burr

I went to the fucking Bruins Hurricanes game.

And anytime the Carolina Hurricanes did something, they would play that old rap song.

North Carolina, come on and raise up.

I cannot, cannot get it out of my head.

And I'm starting to lose my fucking mind because I went to that game Tuesday night and it's Friday fucking morning.

It's Friday fucking morning.

I'm in California.

I am not in North Carolina, so there's no reason to be singing.

Evidently, that's their state song.

Oh, Billy Freckles went to the Carolina Hurricanes Bruins game.

We lost 6-5, 3-on-3 overtime, which you got to hand it to these fucking just coaches of any league.

If there's any sort of new rule or whatever, they just figure it out.

They figure it out, and they come up with the fucking system, and then all of a sudden, the league has to change it again.

3-on-3 hockey was fucking amazing in overtime.

It was fucking so goddamn exciting.

I don't know what happened in the last six months.

Now all of a sudden, if you lose the draw, you never get the puck back again.

They deliberately take it back outside the zone.

They cycle it around from the red line in.

It's fucking amazing to watch as far as just how they figured that out.