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- Ross "The Boss" Rhea.

- Nice hit, eh?

Suffers third-degree concussion.

Lucky he wasn't f***ing killed.

Then he comes back,

he's scared shitless out there.

The pressure's starting to mount

on this kid and he can't hack it.

He's missing practices,

hanging with the wrong people.

There are rumours, the f*** tapes -

it still starts to add up.

So that summer,

he says he wants to trade.

They sent him down to Halifax.

He's with my brother.

All right, that's all I can

f***ing stand, ladies.

You know why we're losing?

Because you're f***ing sh*t.

Doug,

he wants to offer you a contract.

This is a farm club.

This is not some league where the

team is named after a radio station.

It's one step under the big league.

You go there,

you watch Frenchie's back.

Maybe you could snap him out of

his slump, snap that team awake.

- Thank you so much.

- You done good.

It's a great opportunity.

I'm so glad you see that.

- Did you draw that?

- What?

- The wolf.

- Of course.

- What's its name?

- Loopi.

Frame it

to remember your days here.

Thanks for Loopi, Coach.

My cousin Sherilyn, she works

at this titty bar in Dartmouth

and she has

this dance move she does

where she drags her jagged coke

nail across her C-section scars

and she's been asking me

to come watch her

and I've been saying, "It's

kinda gross cos we're family,"

but I don't actually

find it that gross.

- This is me here.

- This one.

Dougie, beat the sh*t out of

some jagoffs for me.

- I'm going to be okay, right?

- You're the f***ing Thug.

You're going to be

f***ing awesome.

- I love you, bud.

- I'll miss you, buddy.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

There he goes! That's my friend.

I know Doug "The Thug" Glatt.

I remember when his dick was

a little f***ing Christmas light.

Prrrrrr! Halifax! Halifax!

# Yo, yo, yo, Morenas

Que tal? Como esta usted

# Pronto, pronto, pronto,

pronto, pronto, chu cha

- # Chu cha

- # Baila! Yo, baila! Yeah, Baila...

Hello?

Jesus.

Hello!

- Ferme I'ostie d'porte!

- I'm sorry. Nice to meet you...

- Close the f***ing door.

- Thanks for having me.

Hmm.

- Jesus, it's early.

- I'm Doug Glatt.

- Gord Ogilvey.

- Nice to meet you.

So you're the tough Yank

who beats the sh*t out of everyone.

- I don't know about that.

- Glad to have you here.

- Thanks. I'm happy to be here.

- Yeah, my wife left me.

Said she was sick of hockey.

Sick of hockey.

- I'm sorry.

- It's pretty much a shitter.

No. Thanks. That's so nice of you.

No, I'm good, thanks.

This is Stevesy. Anything

you need, you tell me. He'll do it.

- Don't hesitate.

- I'm Glug Datt.

Doug Glatt.

Park Kim, left winger.

Paying for med school.

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