Mystery, Alaska Page #7

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- No!

- So much for a friendly exhibition game.

- Play the man!

- Mystery has settled a bit,

but the Rangers

continue to control.

This is Ranger hockey.

Wasson's back for a shot...

and Winetka steals!

Here comes the odd-man rush.

It is Ben and Galin.

Look at the passing here!

Connolly trailing. Drop, pass, shot.

- Saved by Gainer!

- Sh*t!

He moves it around to Yeaton.

Swings a pass on the take to Lovulette.

- Oh!

- Oh, yes, indeed!

- Great hit.

- Did you see that? That's my Tree!

- And some Rangers

take exception to that hit.

Okay, that's it!

You're gone!

Outta here. Get out.

Hey, that one is too small, eh?

Next time send me

a bigger one.

The biggest one you got.

Knock it off.

That'll be enough.

Come on, this is your puck!

Banks wins the draw.

Over to Marden, up toward Burns.

And here they come,

five on four!

Burns lays it

behind the net to Weeks.

Now Mystery sets off on the power play

in the Ranger zone.

They're looking to find Connor Banks.

He is the sniper.

Biebe. Banks.

One-timer! Scores!

- Yes!

- Yeah!

Connor Banks and a one-timer

from Biebe! Wow!

Great pass!

Great pass!

And it's Mystery two

and the Rangers zero.

This kid Connor

has got a shot like a bullet.

I mean, he's a grocery clerk,

for crying out loud.

The Rangers look stunned, Doug.

We're bringing

them down, guys!

Two-nothing.

Let's keep it up!

- Whoo!

- They act like lumberjacks!

Donnie, the Mystery boys... two

unanswered goals in the first period.

Jimmy, you gotta love these kids.

God knows I do.

What is going on?

Somebody lit a fire under their ass.

This is A-number one,

first-class hockey.

You know I'm not a fan

of that tippy-tappy,

tic-tac-toe,

wide-open skating.

But I'm telling you, some pretty

good goals. I'm loving these kids.

I want to adopt them.

How's that?

I want to clean them up

and raise them as my own.

Someone who's

not surprised, Brian.

Donna Biebe,

wife of captain John Biebe.

- Well, what a period.

- Yes, it was.

What's it like seeing your husband

out there with the New York Rangers?

It's great.

It's something, actually.

Did you see

your daddy out there?

I have a toy pony.

He takes big shits.

Excellent.

Back to you.

Defensemen...

use each other as outlets.

- Yes, Coach!

- Hunt in corners!

They're not that good.

We can beat these guys.

- They're not that good!

- You're damn right we can!

Yeah!

Come on, let's go!

Ready four? Take four.

- Come on, Stevie!

- Steven Weeks, on the move.

Carries out

of his own zone.

Look out!

Yeaton rips the head off him!

Weeks over the boards and into

the Ranger bench! Wow!

- Come on!

- And now they help Weeks back onto the ice...

- in that New York way.

- Give me my stick!

Man, he's lucky

to get out of there alive.

Well, the Rangers

have stepped it up, Phil.

Coach Higgins must have had

one of his screaming fits...

- between periods.

- Now, look at this.

The Rangers are platooning

back and forth...

between the warm

dressing room.

Well, that's something I've never seen.

- That's not legal.

Is that legal?

That's not legal.

The Rangers continue the pressure.

Pick up the man in front!

Pick him up!

Scores!

And the Rangers

are finally on the board.

Let's go, guys.

Let's go!

Rangers on another rush.

Three on two, wide across the ice.

Back into the slot,

shot, scores!

The slap shot beats Holt

on the stick side,

and that ties it up

at two.

Put a body in front of him!

Rangers go back to work now.

Robertson to Wasson.

There's a move

behind the net to Rourke.

Apuck shot to...

Shoots and he scores!

- Yeah!

- That's hockey!

It's really

starting to unravel for Mystery.

They just lost their composure,

and now they are paying for it.

Rangers take their first lead

of the game, three to two,

with 12 minutes left

in the period.

And back comes Mystery.

Birdie Burns with Biebe.

Burns shooting!

- What the f*** was that?

- Biebe torpedoed into the net!

That sets off

another scuffle.

Hey, f*** you!

He's back up

and rejoins the play.

- Burns carries through centre ice.

- Pass it!

He's got Banks on the wing. Pass to

the middle. Robertson catches it.

Oh! What a hit!

Birdie Burns is caught

trying to do it all by himself...

and he got his wings trimmed

right there, man.

Birdie.

You don't pass, you sit.

Now Skank Marden carries out.

Hooked by Neskorami,

Marden goes down.

- Rangers score!

- What the hell was that?

- Marden was hooked.

- Are you crazy?

- How many times are you gonna

let him hook me?

Back off!

Back off!

And another Ranger line comes

back warm from the locker room.

Holt comes out

and sheriff's deputy...

Bobby Michan goes in at goal.

Saved!

Michan stacks the pads!

And Mystery comes

streaking back the other way.

The Winetkas lead the way.

They gain the zone.

Back over the blue line.

And it's intercepted!

- Jackson's on a breakaway!

- On center ice.

- No way.

- And Lane chases.

He... scores!

Five unanswered goals,

and the Rangers are steamrolling.

- Come on, Mystery!

- Damn!

We'll be right back

with the third period.

Different story

in the second period.

The Rangers have all the momentum now.

Five straight goals.

I feel really bad for these boys, Jimmy.

I really do.

Nobody told them

it was just a show.

There's still a period to go.

Twenty minutes. Any hope?

- I hate to say it. They're done like dinner.

- Aw, bullshit.

Hey, we're on the air.

Don't panic.

Don't panic.

We'll get our shots.

We're not out.

Balls to the walls, huh?

- You're gonna need some stitches, John.

- After.

Oh, Jesus. Can't hold a stick.

It might be broken.

Well, tape it,

'cause I'm not coming out.

- Tape it.

- We'll look at it after the game, all right?

- You all right, John?

- Yeah.

Here's what I want.

One man in, wings on wings.

- Nobody pinches. Trap the neutral zone.

- Why? We're down.

I want to keep the score close. As long

as it's not a rout, we go home winners.

Now, if we gain the zone,

you get across the blue line, you dump.

- Send in only the first guy.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about we're beaten.

- We're not beaten.

I'm not beaten!

We're in this game!

- Anybody here

tired? - No. - No.

- Anybody f***in' tired?

- No!

- Holt?

- I'm just warming up, Sheriff.

- Connor?

- I'm ready, John.

- Birdie, you with us?

- Yup.

Good. The Rangers are starting

to breathe through their mouths.

Their strides

are getting shorter.

Do not give these guys

too much respect.

- They didn't pull a dog sled, did they?

- No.

- They didn't skate the river, did they?

- No.

Forget about that f***ing

circus out there.

That's still black ice.

This is our pond.

- You're goddamn right.

- That's right.

- Biebe's right.

We gotta take it to these guys.

Heads up!

This is our pond.

Nice assist.

- I will. I will.

- We gotta do it together, man.

Mystery is hoping the cold

of night will stem this Ranger tide.

- Get it, John!

- But the Rangers are right back on the attack.

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