Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, my god. Oh, man! Does that gotta hurt!
and he got his wings trimmed right there, man.
Like Connor says, that Weeks kid, he's got jump.
You sent him, didn't you?
How's Donna doing? Does she miss me?
Okay. All right. Okay.
You all right?
- Birdie, you with us? - Yup.
Better not hear your grades are dropping off.
You've been smiling a lot lately.
- Did I say that, Brian? - I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment.
- Plenty of time. Plenty of time. Let's go! - Come on, guys!
I'm cold
Goddamn, John, what do I gotta do?
Mystery gets the loose puck and heads the other way.
Do I look impressed?
- Yeah. - Good idea.
Not the important ones.
Saturday after Saturday, for as long as anyone can remember.
- Uh-oh. - Great!
- Jesus! - All right, all right, all right, all right.
"Radiant.
It's payback time, and that one's for Stevie Weeks.
Welcome back. I'm Jim Fox.
Yes, Miram?
Mystery is giving everything they've got. This is great hockey.
They didn’t skate big birch lake did they?
- Whoo! - They act like lumberjacks!
Think about trimming those nails too, Tarzan.
- Yeah! - That's hockey!
I hate to say it. They’re done like dinner.
Stevie, how many fingers have I got? Hmm?
- And there goes Holt. Six attackers. The net's empty.
- Hey. - Why don't you get yourself that milkshake?
I don't care. I'm about to be on the cover of Sports Illustrated.
Thank you, Mr. Walsh. Reserve the right to recall, Your Honor.
- Connor? - I'm ready, John.
Five unanswered goals, and the Rangers are steamrolling.
Judge,
Baby son.
Great game, Judge.
Before we get into that,
Bobby Michan goes in at goal.
Oh...
- Anyone special in New York? - Uh, no.
We've been talking about the magazine.
at this time I'd be asking the court to dismiss the charges...
- Biebe on over to Banks in the corner. - Go to Connor!
I’m a big guy
Hey, Jess. Sorry to be calling you so late, but have you heard?
Huh?
Not because other worlds weren't available to him.
He's having a heart attack! Somebody help him!
- This can't wait till tomorrow? - No, no, we gotta be on the ice at sunup.
rival any team in the National Hockey League!"
And...
Nice assist.
And that'll keep the blade flat on the ice.
This is Ranger hockey.
- Toot, toot! - Uh-oh! Uh-oh, we're gonna crash!
Connor, trust me. They're not gonna lock up our leading scorer.
That kind of cold can be rough on the New Yorkers.
No, it's dry. It's dry.
The Mystery team has a shot, right?
I hate to say it. They’re done like dinner.
This is an honor.
I'm notJohnny! I'm a New York Ranger!
Geez.
Stamina.. Oh check.
He dishes it around behind the net forJohn Biebe.
Weeks scores on the breakaway, and Mystery leads, one to nothing.
We do have our pride.
That's okay.
You skate like you can and you'll be fine.
- Mmm. - Mmm.
- Take him. - Read him his rights.
Why would they all say that?
Bobcat! What?
Nifty toe drag around Banks. Shoots! And a save by Holt.
- Here you go, Stevie. - Wow.
Now, either you thought about that,
B? I’m just warming up..
You can't even skate.
In fact, that's what we're calling the team: The Mystery Eskimos.
- Okay? Okay? - Okay.
Over here! Whoo!