Author's Note: Seeing as this story is winding down, though I'm planning on carrying it a little further than the movie went, I just thought I'd give you the drill for the sequel.
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The slight gap between periods one and two was probably one of the most eventful periods. In all his years of playing and coaching, surprisingly, Herb Brooks had never seen two hockey players get in a fight on the rink over a girl. Of course, then there had been no Lola.
Yesterday I went shopping buddy down to the mall
Looking for something pretty I could hang on my wall
I knocked over a lamp before it hit the floor I caught it
A salesman turned around said, "Boy, you break that thing you bought it"
You can look but you better not touch boy
You can look but you better not touch boy
Mess around and you'll end up in ditch boy
Mr. Mikhailov was completely tuning out his coach and staring at Lola through the Plexiglas. When Lola finally did notice she smiled uneasily and humored him with a slight way. Needless to say, when Jack notice he went off.
Well I came home from work and I switched on Channel 5
There was a pretty little girly looking straight into my eyes
Well I watched as she wiggled back and forth across the screen
She didn't get me excited she just made me feel mean.
You can look but you better not touch boy
You can look but you better not touch boy
Mess around and you'll end up in ditch boy
You can look but you better not, no you better not, no you better not touch
You can look but you better not, no you better not, no you better not touch
He stormed over hand banged on the boards, gathering everyone's attention.
"You want to say something," he demanded cockily.
"Jack," Lola started putting a hand on his chest.
"No, I'm not taking this," he insisted.
"They'll throw you out of the game," she warned.
"If I get one shot it'll be worth it," he assured her.
Well I called up Dirty Annie on the telephone
I took her out to the drive-in just to get her alone
I found a lover's rendezvous, the music low, set to park
I heard a tapping on the window and a voice in the dark
"No it won't," Lola insisted as teammates from both sides were pulling the brawling hockey players apart as insults were being exchanged.
"OC!" Herb yelled. "You sit your ass down. NOW!" So Jack flipped the Russian the bird and plopped down in his seat.
Lola set herself down next to Nikki who was pouting, beside herself.
"Why don't Russians check me out?" she wondered aloud. Lola wrapped an arm around her friend.
"You're way too classy for them," she assured her kindly. "Besides, I can imagine your dad going straight through that wall and beating the living shit out of that guy." Nikki laughed, comforted.
"It would definitely be bad for Coach to be thrown out of the stadium," Nikki agreed.
"Besides," Lola added in a stealthy whisper. "Don't you think Rizzo is way cuter than that guy...and less scary? Yes much less scary." Nikki let out a gasp.
"You guys know," she stated.
"Please, I am your best friend, we practically share a brain." Lola said. "Remember: 'Three halves of a whole idiot.'"
You can look but you better not touch boy
You can look but you better not touch boy
Mess around and you'll end up in ditch boy
You can look but you better not, no you better not, no you better not touch. (1)
The face off at the start of the second period went to the Soviets...again. The Conehead line was up now though. Krutov made a flawless centering pass, but Jimmy knocked the shot away. People cheered, as there were several calls of "Atta boy, Jimmy!"
"Way to go Jimmy!" Nikki screamed pointedly.
Bah flew up the center of the ice, managed by some God given miracle to get passed the defense. He had a breakaway, it was one on one, but the shot was blocked by Myshkin.
"Nice shot," Nikki called encouragingly. "Just keep driving that goal."
"Good job boys lets keep it going," Lola called out onto the ice.
The puck had gone out to Fetisov, who passed it up to Maltseve, he took a shot at the goal, Jimmy swatted it away, when Kharlamov took him down, Maltseve picked up the rebound and scored on an open goal. Then came the buzzer, and Jimmy wasn't getting up.
"Oh no," Nikki held her breath; it was never good when they didn't get up. She remembered Jack in the Madison Square Garden game.
The only thing different now was that Jimmy anchored this team. He had been out on the ice every minute of every game here at Lake Placid. No one knew how the team would fair without him. Coach Brooks was giving Jannie a look as if to say, get yourself ready.
"You had to say it didn't you," Jack shot at Nikki angrily. "You had to jinx us, and get Craig mowed over by a one man brute squad."
"You're blaming this on me," she shot. "I don't think so."
The boys out on the ice were crowded around Jimmy.
"Are you okay," Mac asked uneasily. No answer. "Jimmy, do you need Doc?"
"No, I'm okay," Jimmy finally answered, as he began to collect himself. "Just give me a minute."
"Take your time," Mac urged. "Take you time."
Jimmy flashed back to running into that stupid cow. He remembered how it knocked his breath out of him and made him feel dizzy and stupid, but now all he could think about was how this was ten times worse than that.
There was applause of pride as he got to his feet. Boys were banging on the boards, and he could definitely hear his father in the crowd, so he followed his father's favorite bit of advice: "Soldier up and get the job done."
That was the end of the second period, and the scoreboard showed Soviets 3 USA 2.
1 You Can Look (But You Better Not Touch) Lyrics, Bruce Springsteen.