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Mike (fired up, fast):
“Alright good afternoon everybody, Mike and the Mad Dog, how are ya, DOGGIE! And lemme tell ya, we got ourselves a series now! Flyers, Rangers, Game Six in Philly — and the Flyers survive! They win it 6–4, and we go to a Game Seven Monday night at the Garden. Dog, lemme tell ya, Yohemas — absolutely enormous! The home run, the double, two runs scored, two knocked in, he was the difference in the ballgame.”

Mad Dog (high-pitched, rapid-fire):
“MIKEY! MIKEY! The place was goin’ absolutely bananas at the Wells Fargo Center, they were screamin’, they were goin’ nuts, Yohemas with the moonshot in the fifth, that place was SHAKIN’! And the Rangers — hey listen, Rice hits the leadoff homer in the first, Bliebernicht adds one in the fourth, they’re up 2-0, they look like they’re in control. And then Gutierrez settles in, big gutsy performance, gives ya six-plus innings, holds the line, and the Flyers bats come alive. Mikey, WE GOT A GAME SEVEN, BABY!”

Rocky (gravelly, heartfelt):
“Yo, lemme tell ya somethin’, this is what Philly’s all about, ya know? Gettin’ knocked down, comin’ back up, punchin’ your way outta the corner. Yohemas? Guy swung the bat like he was goin’ toe-to-toe in the tenth round, eh. Crowd behind ya, your city behind ya — that gives you the strength, like when I had Adrian yellin’ for me, ya know? And now — forget about it — we goin’ to New York, we goin’ to the Garden, one game, winner takes all. That’s heart, that’s guts, that’s fightin’ spirit. That’s what champions are made of.”

Mike (cutting back in, sharp):
“And Rocky’s right, Dog — the whole season comes down to ONE GAME at the Garden. Flyers, Rangers, Game Seven, Monday night. You can’t script it any better.”

Mad Dog (screeching):
“CAN’T WAIT, MIKEY! CAN’T WAIT!”

Rocky (soft but firm):
“Yo, don’t forget… it ain’t over ‘til it’s over.”