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Mike: Back on the FAN, Rangers, Blackhawks, Game Two, and Chris, I don’t even know what to say anymore. Twenty-six to thirteen. That was the score. And yes, this is the Stanley Cup Final.

Mad Dog: HAHHHHH! TWENTY-SIX TO THIRTEEN! YOU CAN’T MAKE IT UP, MIKEY!! What is this, the NFL playoffs?? Jets and Bills put together don’t score that many!!

Mike: Chicago pitching, Chris, is a catastrophe. That’s the only way to put it. Rodriguez doesn’t record an out. Morales, Flores, Gould, Celis, Sanchez, Lago, Moon — eight pitchers, they ALL got shelled.

Mad Dog: AN EMBARRASSMENT!! AN ABSOLUTE EMBARRASSMENT!! You can’t give up TWENTY-SIX RUNS IN A CUP FINAL!! I don’t care if it’s Wrigley Field, Yankee Stadium, or Madison Square Garden — you give up 26, you’re DONE!!

Mike: And the story of the night, Mark Grubin. Forty-one years old, four home runs, seven runs driven in, six runs scored. Chris, it was like watching Reggie Jackson in ‘77, only with gray hair.

Mad Dog: OH IT WAS BIGGER THAN REGGIE, MIKEY! FOUR BOMBS! FOUR! Against the Blackhawks in the Final! And you know what else? His brother Avery hit one, Rice hit one, Isaac hit two — it was a HOME RUN DERBY at the Garden!!

Mike: Foligno and Bedard tried to keep Chicago in it. They combined for four homers, seven RBIs. Gonzalez hits a three-run shot late. Offensively, they were fine. But when you can’t get a stop — when you can’t record an out in the first inning, and you’re down 8–2 before you blink — that’s the ballgame.

Mad Dog: SERIES IS OVER, MIKEY!! I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT!! RANGERS UP 2–0, HEADING TO CHICAGO, AND THEY’RE GONNA SWEEP ‘EM OUTTA THE BUILDING!! CHICAGO HAS NO PITCHING, NONE!!

Mike: Well, slow down, Chris. It’s 2–0. Now listen, you don’t come back from giving up 40 runs in two games very often, I’ll give you that. But you go home, you win Game 3, you make it a series again. That’s what Chicago has to do.

Mad Dog: THEY’RE NOT WINNING GAME 3! THEY GOT NO ANSWERS!! NONE!!

Mike: Bottom line: Rangers up 2–0, Grubin making history, Garden crowd loving every second. If Chicago doesn’t fix the staff in the next 48 hours, this thing’s a coronation.

Mad Dog: IT’S ALREADY A CORONATION, MIKEY!!