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Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch
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I think the tone is more along the lines of...
McLellan: Hey Connor, I know you're a teenager, but you should be calling a players only meeting to discuss what's happening out there.
McDavid: Oh.. okay coach. I'll do that. As you noted, I am only a teenager and cannot be expected to be a leader of men with years of experience, championships, family lives, etc.
**closes door***
McDavid: Okay team, so, uhhh...Coach says we gotta pick it up.
Daryl Katz appears as if from no where.
Katz: Yeah! Let's pick it up!
Katz paces back and forth behind McDavid, glaring at the rest of the team and chewing gum.
McDavid: Yeah. Uhh so, you know, let's listen to coach. We all know the system, so...
Eberle: Hey Nuge! I got a text from Hallsy!
Nuge: Hallsy?! That dude's the best!
Eberle: I know, bro! Miss that guy.
McDavid: Guys, could we...
Eberle: It's a pic of him at Rockefeller Center "Live in Manhattan, f*** you losers!" HAHA
Nuge: HAHA
Lucic: (to himself) I used to live in LA.
McDavid: Alright! Enough.
Katz: Yeah! Let's cut it out guys.
McDavid: Look, uhhh. Yeah. I think you get it. Let's get a win her guys!
Katz: Yeah come on, guys!
Draisaitle stands and pounds his chest, screams something in German and walks past McDavid, giving him a hard fist bump. Katz looks up at McDavid, holding a framed close up of McDavid's face.
Katz: Will you sign this for.... my kid?
McDavid: Sigh. Eleven point five percent. Eleven point five!!!