Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Miss McGill) Dean!

Youngblood, take left wing from Naz in this period.

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

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

I don't give a shit where I play,

Youngblood, you forgot your helmet.

Save some of that for the ice, huh?

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

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

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

- Scalpel. - Scalpel.

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

Yeah. Like with Kelly's bonus?

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

You'll be playing for the Mustangs next year.

Maybe it should be.

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

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

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

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

God, what are you saying?

He's in alone on the goalie.

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

It's like a filling for a tooth.

We all wanna play so bad.

- Spread manure. - You candy ass!

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

(cheering and whistling)