Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's like a filling for a tooth.

What's so funny? I had to have surgery. I'll show you.

"But the guys on the other team are real mean."

Carl Racki. Six feet, 198 pounds. Played tier two in the Western League last year.

You'll be playing for the Mustangs next year.

God, what are you saying?

- Scalpel. - Scalpel.

He's in alone on the goalie.

Show me something. Come on, kid, show me something. Come on, kid.

We all wanna play so bad.

- I kicked his ass all over the rink. - But you're not as fast as he is.

Maybe it should be.

How would you like to wake up at 3am with the scoreboard flashing:

(cheering and whistling)

Youngblood, take left wing from Naz in this period.

I got three bus tickets here to some of your favourite Junior C hockey teams.

Hold him still, boys. We don't want another Victor Gunderson incident.

Dean, what happens if you don't make the pros?

- You mean maim Racki? - Why not? He deserved it.

Come on, grab me. Grab me. Come on.

- (Murray) Can I talk to you? - (Racki) Yeah.

- Spread manure. - You candy ass!

(Miss McGill) Dean!

Can I ask you a question? How'd you get so horseshit in one day?

- I'm gonna carve you up, Racki. - All right, settle down.

- Thanks a lot. - Thanks a lot, Mr Youngblood.

If you're gonna go back, I wanna make sure you're ready.

Yeah. Like with Kelly's bonus?

I don't give a shit where I play,

You better know so. This isn't some recreational hockey league.

Save some of that for the ice, huh?

Youngblood, you forgot your helmet.

And now, returning home, undefeated in their series against Calgary,

The only thing better than a glass of beer is tea with Miss McGill.