Mystery, Alaska Page #2
We've been talking
about the magazine.
Which is about hockey.
Can't we just enjoy
the attention tonight?
Sports Illustrated,
for God's sakes.
Hockey is played
at both ends of the ice.
You, you coast in your own zone.
You skate like a figure skater.
And when you get the puck,
you don't pass.
More potatoes?
No.
I've lost my appetite.
Oh...
He never made the Saturday game.
That's what's bothering him.
Why should he tell me how to play?
- He played college 2-A, Birdie.
- 2-A isn't the Saturday game.
- That's enough.
- Well, he started it!
Margie has relatives
in Waterville, Maine.
She said as soon
all the local shops
went right out of business.
Price World's not gonna come, Mom.
We're not big enough, for God's sakes.
Well, they've been sniffin'.
Oh, Skank.
- Yeah!
- Yeah! Yeah!
"On the left side,
Skank Marden is a master
of sticky sores... "
No, no, Shawnette.
Um, remember, you want
to sound out the words.
- Okay.
- Let's try again.
"Skank Marden,
a master of the stick,
scores on demand. "
That's right. Good. Excellent.
Tommy! What?
Word is Biebe is out
Really?
- Don't get too far.
- Yeah, Dad.
- Hey, Johnny.
- Hey.
Thanks for coming, Johnny.
Well, we can't hold
Stevie Weeks back any longer.
You'll be first alternate,
of course.
That's...
There's more to the game than speed,
Scott. Experience counts.
till we call him up.
You've been in the Saturday game
13 years, Johnny.
- That's a record!
- I can still play.
When was the last time
you scored a goal?
Look, it's not fair to the Weeks boy
to keep him back.
And it's not fair
to the Saturday game.
Sh*t!
I gotta go.
Donna's inside, Johnny.
- Hey.
- Hey.
I'm fine, Donna.
We knew one day eventually...
I'm fine.
Don't tell me you're fine.
- You could've told me.
- I can't give you that kind of information.
We're sleeping together,
for God's sakes.
Skank, we're committing adultery. It's
not like I threw in trust as a perk.
Honey.
- Hi.
- Look, you, uh... you may have heard.
- We just did it.
- I heard.
And so did I,
and it's a big mistake.
John Biebe is the anchor,
for God's sakes!
Geez.
Stevie! Stevie! Stevie! Stevie!
Guys, it ain't my birthday.
It's better.
You're in the Saturday game!
L- I could go down
as fast as I come up.
- There's no way.
- Hey, I'm next. They'll be callin' me next.
Hey, Mike.
- Hey.
- Why don't you get yourself that milkshake?
Better not hear
They-They won't, sir.
You skate like you can
and you'll be fine.
- Boys.
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