Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

because they're the two most fun things in cold weather.
He don't make a million bucks a year!
Good night.
Well, now we really have something to talk about, don't we?
Cangrapoole along the boards. Lane pitches, and the puck squirts free.
The Rangers have all the momentum now. Five straight goals.
- Well, what a period. - Yes, it was.
Mother walrus going thwap thwap thwap
- Bailey! - Give him some air!
Fuck me!
And, uh, maybe sometimes it's a little too connected to how well we play hockey,
It won't be, John.
Forget about that fucking circus out there.
You're in this now, old bear.
I can't feel my fingers.
Fuckin' wind-chill. This ain't right.
That's us! That's us!
Oh.
- Hey. - Hey.
The slap shot beats Holt on the stick side,
Well, the Rangers have stepped it up, Phil.
- Could I be heard? - Go ahead.
That's...
There were just so many good people in Mystery...
Holt stood on his head. I've never seen a save like that!
I'm really sorry, Scott. I don't... I don't even...
The State of Alaska versus Connor Banks.
Well, tape it, 'cause I'm not coming out.
Whoa!
He plays to play.
to check with the New York Ranger players about this.
Forty-three seconds,
it's as good as a commercial.
Yeah. The original.
dig splinters out of my ass that I get while sitting around pining for you?
Bye.
- He played college 2-A, Birdie. - 2-A isn't the Saturday game.
Bullshit!
He loves it.
Well, you said it, I didn't.
We don't award damages to criminal defendants.
Why'd you say yes to boards? Sponsors?
Morin is the anchor! God sakes!
She said as soon as Price World moved in,
Nice game.
But the article sparked some kind of brainstorm at the NHL.
You don't care very much for our community, do you, Mr. Walsh?
I feel really bad for these boys, Jimmy. I really do.
The citizens attend with religious devotion in sub-zero weather.
Mystery is rattled. They're running around like a house league.
It might help if Mystery had a face there.
How about a quick rattle?
And so did I, and it's a big mistake.
No, he passes the puck to Biebe! Shoots!
- Oh, my God! - Is the whole team in there?
Rangers on another rush. Three on two, wide across the ice.
I see.
Like this?
Ow! Jesus! What, did you put your finger in it?
Because they can't play.
Jesus! Oh, man!
There's more to the game than speed, Scott. Experience counts.
He never made the Saturday game.
I, uh,
in from Flin Flon, Manitoba.
Seriously, though. I mean, forget about me.
John?
You are... You are happy, I take it?
Did he say anything, Mr. Walsh?
Jackson controls again. Over to King.
Well, eight seconds in. Domi leads the league in penalty minutes.
- Line 'em up, Michael! - Don't give me Tree. I wanna win this week.
N- Now? Here?
- He started it. - Don't!
No, "Wow, nice helicopter"? No, " Hey, great article in Sports Illustrated"?
On the wing to Weeks. He gains the zone.
That kid can actually fly.
Oh, Skank.
You saying fuck you to all of us?
- Come on, let's work it around. - Don't leave him alone!
Plus, this may be an old lady talking,
- Yeah! - Yeah! Yeah!
Twice in one year, Charlie. What do you want this time?
Oh!
I'm not going to the New York Rangers right away.
- Yeah. - Even on the sidewalks. We should get some shots...
The Mystery team has a shot, right?
No, I don't think so, Steve. No one thought...
Hey, Johnny!
We play four on four. They play five on five.
Dear Abby.
Connolly trailing. Drop, pass, shot.
That's-That's not a very nice thing to say.
in a world perpetually covered with ice and snow.