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Ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome back to TSN's coverage

of the National Senior
Hockey Championship

brought to you
by BROdude Energy.

I'm your host James Duthie.

Joining me on the panel
for tonight's quiz

are TSN insider Darren Dreger,
analyst Jeff O'Neil

and the legend himself...

Mr. Bob McKenzie.

O-Dog's a TSN analyst now?

Isn't O-Dog a TSN correspondent?

Let's meet in the middle
at TSN personality

and O-dog, we'll start with you.

If you could build
a team around one player

in this tournament
final match-up

between Ontario's
Kerry County Eagles

and Quebec's
Three Rivers Lakers,

who would it be?

Your options are A, number 74
Jones of Kerry County.

B, number 68,
Reilly of Kerry County.

C, number 10, Jacques-Jean
of Trois Rivieres

or go off the grid. O-dog.

I think it's undeniable that

Jean-Jacques Francois
Jacques-Jean

of the Three Rivers Lakers

is your franchise player.

This guy requires virtually
zero help to score goals.

Sure, he's a one-man show

but when it comes
to winning championships,

they don't ask how,
they ask how many.

I mean let's get real here,
14 goals in 4 games

with 11 unassisted.

If Dregs goes with anyone else
on this question,

consider this my application
for TSN insider.

Spoken like a true...
personality. Dregs.

It's a poor look for the panel

having an amateur sandwiched
between the pros, James.

The Three Rivers Lakers
have an elite goal scorer

with NHL experience

in Jean-Jacques Francois
Jacques-Jean,

but if I'm building
a team around one player

he's gotta be effective
in all three zones

and that's the player
number 74 Jones

of the Kerry County Eagles.

As they say, fore-check,
backcheck, pay check.

He's a remarkable
plus 16 over 4 games

with a balanced eight goals
and eight helpers.

Offense wins games
but defense wins championships.

When Jones is on the ice

his opponents do not
and have not scored.

Wow. Class is in session, O-Dog.

Is this a class
in hockey cliches?

Bob McKenzie, your turn.

I agree with Darren that
the work ethic is just not there

for ex-NHLer JJ Frankie JJ
of the Three Rivers Lakers.

My franchise player,
number 68 Reilly

of the Kerry County Eagles.

This is a big player.
He loves big games.

And on a senior hockey level

I really believe Reilly belongs
in the same conversation

as Blake Wheeler
or Gabriel Landeskog.

He's a sandpaper player
with consistent point production

and all the while
logging big minutes.

If I'm building, he's my guy.

No digs at Dregs or O-Dog?

As the senior member
of the panel, James,

that's beneath me.

All right. Fair enough.

I'm going off the grid
for this one, gentlemen.

Take Claude Lemieux
and Claude Giroux,

wrap them up in one big ball,

and you've got
the Kerry County Eagles'

number 69 Shore.

He's got the point totals

to match line mates
Reilly and Jones

but does far more
in the shutdown role

to help his team win games.

You know James,

for the first time
in panel history

I'm going to change my answer.

Shore is
a certified grit grinder.

He's the Brad Marchand
of this tournament

and the Eagles
aren't the Eagles without him.

Dregs, your thoughts?

Dino Ciccarelli comes to mind
as a comparable player,

but Shore is too much
of a wild card

to build a team around.

You need discipline
in your leaders.

Bob?

James, I've covered
hockey for TSN

throughout the careers
of Darcy Tucker, Matt Barnaby

and Alex Burrows.

And I believe Shore does
more talking on the ice

than all three combined.

Though he's got the ability
to take players

and sometimes entire teams

completely out of the game
mentally,

he's a liability
and I wouldn't trust him

in a leadership role.

I'm with O-Dog on this one, Bob.

Don't care, James.

Certified grit grinder, Darren.

Go put it on a t-shirt, Jeff.

Well, folks, you've heard
from our panel

of expert hockey minds.

Please stay tuned
for tournament final coverage

of the National
Senior Hockey Championship

brought to you by BROdude Energy

on TSN.

Say, how's Lovyna Dyck?

She's Lovyna Dyck.

She's Lovyna Dyck?

Oh, she's Lovyna Dyck.

She's...

Loving a dick?

Dary! What on earth
would make you think

I would say
such a horrible thing?

I don't know.

Lovyna Dyck is a proud woman
set in her ways.

And while I am a man
of traditional values,

I draw the line at primitive.

Yeah, 'nappers
are a wee bit square, eh?

They're all kinds of L7.

Did you get a smooch
out of her?

No.

And that ship has sailed.

I broke things off with her.

Besides, it's impolite
to kiss and tell.

Yeah, but you could tell
one person,

like a good buddy.

Bend enough and you'll break,
good buddy.

I admire your discipline.

Well, if you stand for nothing,
you'll fall for anything.

Do you believe in ghosts?

There is one girl
that I kiss and told you about.

I don't.

Yeah, you remember that girl

who stuck her fingers
up to my bum?

You mean the one
who tapped on your backdoor?

The one who played Crokinole
in my basement.

The one who had
the keyless entry to your trunk?

The one who tested
my wind conditions.

Sure I do.

She's back for the summer.

- Is that what she is?
- Mmm-hmm.

She finishing up
her Kinesiology degree

with a focus on massage therapy.

Whoo, buddy!

She asked me if I wanted
to go for a walk,

and I said no, 'cause I don't
wanna go for a walk.

Because I just
finished dating a Mennonite

and that's all you can
fucking do is go for walks.

Maybe you should take her
for ice cream.

I said I wasn't
gonna leave here

till my buddy
was feeling better,

so she said she was gonna
come by and sit for a bit.

You should find a good place
for a stump hump?

I'll probably find a good place
for a bumper dump.

Do you think Wayne's in there
thinking about Marie-Fred?

Yeah.

But you know,
once a girl cheats, it's over.

No exceptions.

Yeah.

Bend enough
and you'll break, good buddy.

If you stand for nothing,
you'll fall for anything.

General Public?

Miss Fire.

Private Sector is some upset.

He didn't get that part
in Going West he auditioned for.

You're kidding.

He's pretty near inconsolable,

so I was thinking 'cause...

He looks up to you so much.

Well, I was thinking
you could...

I don't know, go over there

and maybe just give him
a little hug.

- Give him a little hug?
- Ooh!

Yes, General Public,
just give him a little hug.

That's what I said.

Miss Fire, if I wanted
to hold a fruit

I'd go apple picking.

Excuse me,

seriously please, and thank you!

What'd you guys do this weekend?

- Fucked some dudes up the ass.
- You?

Stewart.

- Stewart?
- Update.

Roald.

As you've been made aware,

when Stewart enlisted our help
in getting yoked

we presented him
with four goals to achieve.

- Yoked?
- Jacked.

Stewart came to us not yoked.

Mmm, Stewart.

But upon achieving goals
one through four,

we as fitness gurus...

Fitness specimens.

- Fitness examples.
- Fitness exemplars.

Fitness exemplifications.

We as fitness exhibits
can confidently

and enthusiastically
exercise our authority

in deeming him officially yoked.

- Just say jacked.
- Okay.

How them goals coming?

Goal number one.
Add ten pounds of muscle mass.

Goal achieved.

Goal number two.
Bench press.

Three sets of four reps,
200 pounds.

- Goal achieved.
- Goal number three.

Deadlifts. Three sets
of four reps, 200 pounds.

- Goal achieved.
- Goal number four.

Squats. Three sets
of four reps, 200lbs.

- Goal achieved.
- Whoo-Yay!

- So, he's shredded?
- No, he's jacked.

- Cut?
- You mean circumcised?

- No, jacked.
- Same thing.

They are absolutely
not the same thing.

What's the difference?

Roald.

- Brad Pitt.
- Shredded.

- Tom Hardy.
- Jacked.

- Zac Efron.
- Shredded.

- The Rock.
- Jacked.

- Get it?
- Got it.

Good.
Roald.

Stewart?

Lifting belt.

Check.

Chalk?

Check.

Compression pants?

Check.

Okay, he is cut.

Sure you wanna do this?

Can confirm.

- Katy?
- Bonnie.

Don't kick a dead horse.

- Bonnie?
- Katy.

Bend enough and you'll break.

Stand for nothing,
and you'll fall for anything.

Welcome back,
ladies and gentlemen,

Warm-ups are underway
at the Kerry County Arena

for the National Senior
Hockey Championship

and, Tessa, I know you have
something special

planned for our audience
at home.

That's right, Kate.

The game of hockey
has a longstanding tradition

of trash talk or chirping,
if you will,

And this tournament
has been no exception,

and while we could
leave it a mystery

for the folks at home,

no, we here at TSN
have decided to partner

in this tournament's final game
with a young lady named Tanis

who has mic'd up
the Kerry County Eagles

and decided to combine
her coverage with ours.

Should be good.

Tanis, welcome.

Tell us how this all came to be.

This is so cool!

I seen you win a gold medal
in Vancouver in 2010.

Aw, thank you.

And, Kate, I follow you
on Instagram.

You've got a great ass.

So anyways, my little cousins,
they love hockey

but what they love even more
is those videos on YouTube

of NHL players mic'd out.

Mic'd up?

Yeah, sure. Whatever.

But they love the Eagles

so to keep them interested
in the game

I decided to provide them
with videos

of their favorite players
mic'd out.

Mic'd out it is.

Commendable, Tanis.

Kids in sports
stay off the streets.

I love your hair too, Kate.

Oh! Can I shout out my crew?

Yeah, sure. Have at it.

Well, they're right here
so, come on!

All right, let's get you
to ice level now

to our first serving
of mic'd up.

Mic'd out.

Yeah, mic'd out.

Throw on some fuckin'
smoked meat, Frankie.

I'm gonna be
in your kitchen all night.

Don't say anything
about the fingers in the bum.

Okay.

- Hi, Daniel!
- Ellen.

This is Daryl.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Daryl.

You can call me Dary.

Okay, Dary.

Did Dan tell you
I put a finger up his butt?

No.

Dan?

You didn't tell Daryl
I put a finger in your butt?

No.

Why? What's the big deal?

'Cause you're not
expose'ta kiss and tell.

You never had a finger
up your butt then, Dary?

Which means you've definitely
never had a tongue in your butt.

Me neither.

Why not?

'Cause that's outdoor.

Ah, you don't know
what you're missing.

That's fine.

The male G-spot is up there.

- What's a G-spot?
- An old wives tale.

If you want to find out,
stick your finger up there.

Stick my finger up where?

Stick your finger up your ass.

What do you mean,
like two-knuckler?

Trust me. When you've found it,
you'll know.

Dan, let's go for a walk.
It's a beautiful day.

Okay.

Maybe just a short walk.

I heard the TSN guys think
you're better players than me.

Yeah, world's premiere
hockey authority, bud.

- Soak it up.
- Der hacks.

Chirp Bob McKenzie.
I fuckin' dare you.

I'll have you know
the Francophone broadcast RDS

chose me across the board.

Frankie, get the mozza burger

out of your mouth,
you fuckin fatso!

Go have another Big Mac,
you fuckin' hippo!

Off to a hostile start here
at the Kerry County Arena.

Nothing wrong with fireworks
off the hop, Kate.

The Ontario-Quebec
rivalry runs deep.

Holy fuck, Frankie,

you look like
you love a good slice.

Did you get axed from the show

and just start hammering
slices or what?

If the Cup was a slice,

you think you'd work
a little harder,

you fuckin pizza face?

I'm getting dat double
'at trick in da terd, Shoresy!

Go eat some fondue,
you fuckin' manatee!

Have another Baconantor,
you fuckin' walrus!

Fuck you!

Hey, Shoresy.

Ha ha. Hey!

I'll send your stuffed crust

to the emergency room,
you fat fuckin' pig!

This kid is yoked.

Just say jacked.

You've turned me
into a real V-taper, comrades.

With those extra fives
on each side,

you've just achieved
a new personal best, buddy.

Congrats on the PB, bra.

I couldn't have done it
without my two...

Personal besties.

We oughta put that on a t-shirt.

You wanna put that on a t-shirt?

We should put that on a t-shirt.

Let's put that on a t-shirt.

- We'll put that on a t-shirt.
- Let me put that on a t-shirt.

It'd make a cute t-shirt.

That's why we'll put
it on a t-shirt.

Well, then, make a call,
put it on a t-shirt.

I'll head downtown
and put it on a t-shirt.

I know a guy,
he'll put it on a t-shirt.

I'll put it on a t-shirt!

One for each of us.
Four personal besties!

Roald.

What else do you wanna do?
Just the three of us.

- Nope.
- What?

That's only phase one.

- How many phases?
- Just two.

Wondrous.

If he's going to fight
the city dealer...

- And win.
- Getting jacked...

- And shredded...
- Is phase one.

- Phase two.
- Learn how to fight.

Just so I'm clear,

there are only two phases
though, right?

Because this is...

I could have a snooter.

I'd love a snooter.

For this phase, we've enlisted
the help of Tyson and Joint Boy.

Relax, we're on your team now.

- Why now?
- They paid us 100 bucks.

Equitable.

And you guys have ribs, right?

Yes, we almost
always have ribs. Yeah.

- Same.
- You guys like ribs?

Later.

Now, we get to work.

Tyson, Joint Boy,
you're on the clock.

Hate to see you leave,

but I love to watch you go.

Eh, boys?

Yeah.

No.

Where were you?

Why?

Just asking.

Nowhere.

You let the fire go out.

How was your walk?

Not great, if I'm being honest.

You should always be honest.

Honestly, the butt talk
this time

was a wee bit jarring.

- Was it?
- You didn't think so?

I don't know.

I respect Ellen
for her liberal views

on sex and sexuality.

And I'll try anything once,
but...

Except heroin.

Except heroin, of course.

I'm told heroin will get you.

But Ellen and her free spirit...

It kinda made me miss
Lovyna Dyck

and her traditional ways.

Well, she is Lovyna Dyck.

She's Lovyna Dyck all right.

Whereas Ellen is...

Loving a dick.

Correct.

There's such a thing
as too much butt talk

and a girl oughta be
fuckin' aware of it.

Aren't you a wee bit curious?

About what?

About what's up there?

I know what's up there.

Well, it could be... merit.

Dary?

Did you check?

Check what?

Your oil.

- What are yous doing?
- No!

Huh?

Nothing.

You let the fire go out.

Where were you all day?

Well, I'm
all packed up, General Public.

I can't believe
it's my very last day.

Miss Fire.

What is it, General Public?

Well, Miss Fire, I never thought
I'd be saying this

but I've grown
to love those boys

the same way you do.

You've taught me patience

and compassion
and understanding.

I've learned a lot from you.

I hate to see you go.

Oh, General Public.

I don't...

Want you to go.

Oh, my goodness.

Excuse me, General Public.

I guess
what I'm saying here is...

Will you marry me, Miss Fire?

Excuse me, seriously please,
and thank you!

Yes! Yes, I will,
General Public.

Miss Fire,
I heard you screaming

and I came running
just as fast

as my little legs
could carry me.

You're spoiling
our big moment,

you tootie-fruity!

General Public!

Right. Uh...

You'll have to excuse me,
Private Sector.

Seriously.

Please, and thank you.

Good buddy?

If she cheats, it's over.

No exceptions.

Bend enough and you'll break,
big brother.

Yup.

If you stand for nothing,
you'll fall for anything.

Can confirm.

So?

So, pitter-patter.

Let's get at her.