Miracle fic for mentalhygiene

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Happy birthday, mentalhygiene! All I can offer is weird Miracle fic with OC and Mac and Magic and, unfortunately, no porn.



Mac doesn’t expect to see any of Team USA’s players on the ice when he goes down to the rink the morning of their first game. Maybe Mark Johnson, but that’s it. Most of Team USA sleeps late when they have the chance, which is seldom enough the way Coach Brooks works them. Mac is an early riser, though, and always has been, and even six months of unmercifully hard training and bone-deep exhaustion that haunts him every waking moment can’t change that. Much as his body (or maybe his mind) wants to sleep late, his mind (or maybe his body) never lets him.

Sure enough, Johnson is on the ice, skating lazy circles around the goal at the other end of the rink and exchanging tart words with a couple of the Czech skaters. Form what Mac can hear, Mark’s the one trying to keep it civil, while the Czechs are the ones spoiling for a fight. Even from a hundred and fifty feet down ice, the strain in Mark’s voice comes clearly to Mac’s ears, and he wonders if he’s going to have to help Mark even the odds if it comes to a fight.

Mac’s not the only to catch sense of the growing tensions. OC’s on the ice too, and that’s what surprises him, because OC’s never struck Mac as an early riser. There’s also the fact that OC said he wasn’t allowed to play for at least a week, doctor’s orders (Herb’s, more likely; Doc would probably prefer not having OC anywhere near the ice for at least a month, but we can’t all have what we want), but that surprises Mac less than the fact that OC’s awake at this hour of the day.

OC’s braced himself on his stick by the boards, watching Mark and the Czechs with a small frown marring his golden features. He turns his head as Mac steps out onto the ice and scowls, skating a few paces away. He limps as he does so, and while it’s not he first time Mac’s seen such a thing before, it’s certainly the most severe limp he’s ever seen on ice, and how can OC even think of skating? That must hurt like hell, and only reinforces the lingering suspicion in the back of Mac’s mind that OC’s a stubborn, stupid son of a bitch.

“What’s up with Magic?” Mac asks just as OC opens his mouth, probably to snap out something profane.

OC scowls again. “Fucking Czechs,” he says, and maybe it’s just Mac but there seems to be more accent in his words than he’s heard in a long time. “Magic was out here before them, and they have to go and start picking on him about ’76. Him, and us.”

“Us” probably refers to nothing more than Team USA in general, which would account for OC’s unhappy expression (unless that’s the pain in his leg), but it still makes Mac twitch a little. ’76, though…that was the year Magic toured with the Olympic team, and got dropped just before opening ceremonies. Everyone on Team USA knows it was nothing more than hockey politics; Magic was still a fucking teenager, still in high school, and he held his own with the best players in college hockey. But being the coach’s kid is something else entirely, and if he’d gone all the way to the games people would have talked more than they already were. Everyone on the team, including Buzzy Schneider, the one holdover from the ’76 games, knows it’s a crying shame that Mark didn’t get to play then. And no matter what the Czechs are saying, if it’s about the ’76 games, then that’s got to hurt. Mark’s the calm one, and they’re damn lucky OC’s crippled, otherwise there’d be blood on the ice right now, Mac is sure of that.

Mac’s eyes flicker back up ice. Magic’s holding his own, and it doesn’t look like he needs or wants Mac and OC’s help. He looks back towards OC, who’s standing awkwardly with his wrist curled around his stick. “Thought you weren’t supposed to be on the ice,” he said. “Something about a plane ticket back to Boston.”

OC cuts his eyes warily at Mac, tensing for a fight or at least an argument, then seems to relax, at least a little. Mac isn’t sure how much of that tension is due to pain (OC, he has learned, surprisingly Does Not Like painkillers at all, despite the fact that they’re legal drugs. Or maybe it’s the fact that it’s the Olympics, and painkillers could get him thrown out. If he was even playing right now), but some of it, at least, is stress, and it doesn’t take him much imagination to decide where that’s coming from. “You wanna get me off’a it?” he offers, golden eyes speculative and a little challenging.

OC, Mac decides after a moment, does not deserve to be flown back to Boston if Herb catches him on the ice. He spares a last glance at Mark, who has determinedly abandoned the Czechs and is skating toward them with clean even strokes. “Sure,” Mac tells OC, and tilts his head at Magic. “If you don’t mind company.”

“Not that company,” OC grins after a considering moment as Magic skates to a halt beside them.

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Well, that's a good thing, because I've been reliably informed that brains lying about on the floor and such places make quite a bit of a mess. Pure hell to clean up.
Yeah, it gets all gooey and gross, and underfoot and all that. And when people slip on it the drycleaning bill is just mind-boggling. ;-)

I suppose so, although it looks like it's about to turn into a Mac/OC/Magic threesome. Which is, I mean, interesting, but still...huh. Pre-game warm-up?
That *is* an interesting concept, all things considered. I mean I don't gather this necessarily has a connection to the other fics you wrote, but even so... OC's injury certainly throws a wrench in things, not to mention the whole threesome boysex thing to begin with.

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Yeah, it gets all gooey and gross, and underfoot and all that. And when people slip on it the drycleaning bill is just mind-boggling.

*shudders* Horrible! And so hard to explain, too. There aren't very many good explanations for exploded brains, and while it's nice to talk to actual detectives, doing so while they're stinking up the place is not so pleasant.

That *is* an interesting concept, all things considered. I mean I don't gather this necessarily has a connection to the other fics you wrote, but even so... OC's injury certainly throws a wrench in things, not to mention the whole threesome boysex thing to begin with.

*pokes uncertainly* To say the least of things. Not to mention that Mark, apparently, has no idea what's going on, and Mac's weighing options whether it would be worse for Rizzo to wake up and find OC missing, or for Herb to wake up and find OC on the ice.

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while it's nice to talk to actual detectives, doing so while they're stinking up the place is not so pleasant.
Not to mention they've always seemed to be cranky to begin with, so making them even more so is maybe not the wisest course of action.


To say the least of things. Not to mention that Mark, apparently, has no idea what's going on,
Hee. Oh, Mark, you are so screwed fucked -- okay, there's no non-innuendo way to say that. Yeah, he's in trouble. ;-) Poor guy has no clue what he's getting into, unless he's like, though about it re: Jimmy. (I still need to write that Jimmy/OC, too, and I might get a chance to, seeing as my laptop is now a paraplegic instead of in a coma.)

and Mac's weighing options whether it would be worse for Rizzo to wake up and find OC missing, or for Herb to wake up and find OC on the ice
See, with Rizzo, they can provide something of an excuse. "Oh, I didn't come back because I got laid" might make Rizzo *jealous*, but it's an acceptable reason for the empty bed. Herb... there would be death. A lot of it.

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Not to mention they've always seemed to be cranky to begin with, so making them even more so is maybe not the wisest course of action.

Especially when they have smushed brains all over their shoes.

Hee. Oh, Mark, you are so screwed fucked -- okay, there's no non-innuendo way to say that. Yeah, he's in trouble. ;-) Poor guy has no clue what he's getting into, unless he's like, though about it re: Jimmy.

*prods* I think he's gotten into it with Mac a couple times, but OC is not Mac. OC is scary, even with a bum leg. ESPECIALLY with a bum leg.

I still need to write that Jimmy/OC, too, and I might get a chance to, seeing as my laptop is now a paraplegic instead of in a coma.

*blink* Laptops have legs? *sends painkillers*

See, with Rizzo, they can provide something of an excuse. "Oh, I didn't come back because I got laid" might make Rizzo *jealous*, but it's an acceptable reason for the empty bed.

"But what about your leg?!" "I wasn't thinking about my leg." I'm thinking Rizzo's reaction would be to hit Mac with something and shout, "He's injured, dammit! He's not supposed to be engaged in any strenuous activity! What were you thinking?!"

Herb... there would be death. A lot of it.

Well, he wouldn't actually kill anyone, since he needs them to play, but I'm thinking torture. And yelling. And promises of death after the Games. And "what would your father say?" to Mark. Wait. Herb doesn't actually like Bob Johnson.

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I think he's gotten into it with Mac a couple times, but OC is not Mac. OC is scary, even with a bum leg. ESPECIALLY with a bum leg.
Like the detectives with the brains on their shoes? ;-) (And you know, that phrase-- "gotten into it with Mac" -- sounds hotter than it probably should. Maybe because it could also be taken as "has fought with"). But, yeah-- OC with a bum leg is crankier and touchier than he usually might be, and has probably figured out all kinds of scary ways to *not* use his leg. Like his hands.

*blink* Laptops have legs? *sends painkillers*
It was the best comparison I could, at the moment, think of. It was in a persistent vegetative state for a while, and we've gotten it back to shaky stability, so I'm archiving all my writing and music so we can run the recovery disks for it.

"But what about your leg?!" "I wasn't thinking about my leg." I'm thinking Rizzo's reaction would be to hit Mac with something and shout, "He's injured, dammit! He's not supposed to be engaged in any strenuous activity! What were you thinking?!"
*splorfle* Rizzo is the best captain ever.

And yelling. And promises of death after the Games. And "what would your father say?" to Mark. Wait. Herb doesn't actually like Bob Johnson.
Or silence, like it mentions in "Boys of Winter". The "I could kill you with my brain. Maybe now. Maybe later. Maybe in your sleep" silence.

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I think he's gotten into it with Mac a couple times, but OC is not Mac. OC is scary, even with a bum leg. ESPECIALLY with a bum leg.
Like the detectives with the brains on their shoes? ;-) (And you know, that phrase-- "gotten into it with Mac" -- sounds hotter than it probably should. Maybe because it could also be taken as "has fought with"). But, yeah-- OC with a bum leg is crankier and touchier than he usually might be, and has probably figured out all kinds of scary ways to *not* use his leg. Like his hands.

*blink* Laptops have legs? *sends painkillers*
It was the best comparison I could, at the moment, think of. It was in a persistent vegetative state for a while, and we've gotten it back to shaky stability, so I'm archiving all my writing and music so we can run the recovery disks for it.

"But what about your leg?!" "I wasn't thinking about my leg." I'm thinking Rizzo's reaction would be to hit Mac with something and shout, "He's injured, dammit! He's not supposed to be engaged in any strenuous activity! What were you thinking?!"
*splorfle* Rizzo is the best captain ever.

And yelling. And promises of death after the Games. And "what would your father say?" to Mark. Wait. Herb doesn't actually like Bob Johnson.
Or silence, like it mentions in "Boys of Winter". The "I could kill you with my brain. Maybe now. Maybe later. Maybe in your sleep" silence.

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Like the detectives with the brains on their shoes?

Why is all I can think of Flack? "You got steak sauce on my shoes!" Mac: "That's not steak sauce, that's brains. Let me take a DNA sample." Flack: "...you are gross.

And you know, that phrase-- "gotten into it with Mac" -- sounds hotter than it probably should. Maybe because it could also be taken as "has fought with"

Probably both. At different times. They come from scary hates each other rival schools, after all. Although Mark seems to be on surprisingly good terms with Mac at the beginning of the movie, when you'd think they'd be tearing each others' heads off.

But, yeah-- OC with a bum leg is crankier and touchier than he usually might be, and has probably figured out all kinds of scary ways to *not* use his leg. Like his hands.

He'd be like a caged wildcat, I'm thinking, especially since Doc probably hasn't let him do anything. He's out! He can move! He's gone crazy! Quick, call the ASPCA/cops!

It was the best comparison I could, at the moment, think of. It was in a persistent vegetative state for a while, and we've gotten it back to shaky stability, so I'm archiving all my writing and music so we can run the recovery disks for it.

Oh. That's good. That's very good.

*splorfle* Rizzo is the best captain ever.

You should see how he rewards his good players.

Or silence, like it mentions in "Boys of Winter". The "I could kill you with my brain. Maybe now. Maybe later. Maybe in your sleep" silence.

Ah, the glare of death. "The Russians have NOTHING on me. I will send you to get squashed into red, white, and blue pudding, and then I'll deal with you." "...eeep."

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Although Mark seems to be on surprisingly good terms with Mac at the beginning of the movie, when you'd think they'd be tearing each others' heads off.
I wonder if that isn't a question of picking the lesser of two evils. It might seem easier to at least tolerate the school rival in case of OC going all napalm-in-the-morning on everyone. Because OC is probably more dangerous than Mark, since OC wouldn't have the courtesy to only jump him when they're on the ice. That, or Disney took one look at the giant web of criss-crossing hatred and swept enough of it under the rug that it wouldn't look like *too* much of a Miracle.

(and I'm trying to remember-- who is it who blurts out to Herb that "we're a family"?)

He'd be like a caged wildcat, I'm thinking, especially since Doc probably hasn't let him do anything. He's out! He can move! He's gone crazy! Quick, call the ASPCA/cops!
*snicker* Anything, indeed. Probably get a death grip on the nearest body and molest him to death.

You should see how he rewards his good players.
*splorfle* That's dirty, and I like it a lot.

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I wonder if that isn't a question of picking the lesser of two evils. It might seem easier to at least tolerate the school rival in case of OC going all napalm-in-the-morning on everyone. Because OC is probably more dangerous than Mark, since OC wouldn't have the courtesy to only jump him when they're on the ice. That, or Disney took one look at the giant web of criss-crossing hatred and swept enough of it under the rug that it wouldn't look like *too* much of a Miracle.

Mark seems to be the kind of person it's really hard to dislike, which I've noticed from my numerous viewings of the movie (29, now). He's a really good player - MVP, what am I talking about - but he's quiet about it, he doesn't brag. He always seems to hang back at the edges of crowds, which is why it's always such a surprise to see him as part of that group that goes to talk to Herb. Even though he seems to be one of the tallest players on the team he always seems to slump. And he's, evidently, pretty shy, so it's always kind of a shock to hear him talk. Which he doesn't do often. Plus, he doesn't seem to quite trust anyone else early on; in the first practice scene, when Herb is yelling at him to just pass, pass! he never does, skating around everyone to score on his own. And then he goes and does interesting stuff like follow Mac around bars the the scary rivals table, giving the Boston boys an exceptionally "Maniacs! Away from me, now!" look.

Ahem. I have, perhaps, studied the character too much. What was the original comment? Ah, yes...we've never seen Mark checking anyone, and that's hockey, not fighting. What was it Boys of Winter said? "When he finally got mad and kicked a water bottle, he made sure it was empty first?"

(and I'm trying to remember-- who is it who blurts out to Herb that "we're a family"?)

It's Mark, and I'm really curious how they got him out there, since he seems dubious enough of his place on the team that he wouldn't confront Herb.

Anything, indeed. Probably get a death grip on the nearest body and molest him to death.

Poor Jimmy. Lucky Jimmy? Scared out of his mind Jimmy?

That's dirty, and I like it a lot.

It wrote itself.

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Ahem. I have, perhaps, studied the character too much. What was the original comment? Ah, yes...we've never seen Mark checking anyone, and that's hockey, not fighting.
*snicker* Perhaps you have. Perhaps not. I need to get my sorry ass in gear and give the movie a second straight-through viewing (I have trouble with things like that, what can I say? blame my eyes). And, yeah-- on all the counts you mention, that puts a really interesting dynamic into the possibility of him making it with anyone in a fic, let alone in a threesome. There's "confidence in ability" and then there's sex. With teammates. Who seem sometimes to want to kill each other, nevermind him. So it raises a number of questions-- would he just be overwhelmed by it, and pliant, or would he end up reacting out of an ice-born instinct, or... what?

It's Mark, and I'm really curious how they got him out there, since he seems dubious enough of his place on the team that he wouldn't confront Herb.
Aha! Thought so. *thinks* So it's OC, Rizzo, Mac, and Mark. Right? Yeah... that's the devil's bedfellows right there. With what you talk about above, maybe *waves hand* I dunno. Moral support? They say it wasn't Rizzo's idea, but he probably had a hand in getting Mark in, if nothing else.

Poor Jimmy. Lucky Jimmy? Scared out of his mind Jimmy?
All of the above? Hey, in your fic, OC's staring at Jimmy's mouth. Who knows, maybe Jimmy knows how to do more than talk, and doesn't mind the whole pin-molest-hump-repeat deal. Just as long as no one's blowin' a damn whistle.

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And, yeah-- on all the counts you mention, that puts a really interesting dynamic into the possibility of him making it with anyone in a fic, let alone in a threesome. There's "confidence in ability" and then there's sex. With teammates. Who seem sometimes to want to kill each other, nevermind him. So it raises a number of questions-- would he just be overwhelmed by it, and pliant, or would he end up reacting out of an ice-born instinct, or... what?

*sigh* Mark is one of the most underappreciated characters out there, I think, of ones that actually had a speaking part. He seems so disconnected from the team a lot - there, but not really a part of it. Like at the Christmas party, where everyone's - okay, I'm trying to remember, and I think that Mark's not actually sitting at the table, but standing off in the background somewhere. I'm not sure, but there's at least two people standing. I think Mark is one of them, and the other one is...I want to say Baker, but I'm not sure if that's right. I know the face, I just can't put a name to it.

So it's OC, Rizzo, Mac, and Mark. Right? Yeah... that's the devil's bedfellows right there. With what you talk about above, maybe *waves hand* I dunno. Moral support? They say it wasn't Rizzo's idea, but he probably had a hand in getting Mark in, if nothing else.

You know, I bet it was Mac's idea, and Mac who got Mark into it. I mean, obviously OC has no problem with challenging authority, but Rizzo's on shakier ground, and Mac's the one that speaks first. Mac's one of Herb's players, has been for - was it four years? - and is sure enough in his place to challenge him. And Mark obviously likes and trusts Mac.

On the other hand, maybe they all ganged up on him.

Who knows, maybe Jimmy knows how to do more than talk, and doesn't mind the whole pin-molest-hump-repeat deal. Just as long as no one's blowin' a damn whistle.

*snicker* I'm fairly certain Jimmy's used to OC's eccentricities by now, though not as used as Rizzo.

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You know, I bet it was Mac's idea, and Mac who got Mark into it. I mean, obviously OC has no problem with challenging authority, but Rizzo's on shakier ground, and Mac's the one that speaks first. Mac's one of Herb's players, has been for - was it four years? - and is sure enough in his place to challenge him. And Mark obviously likes and trusts Mac.
*nod* That makes sense. And since OC's, as you said, got no problem with the challenge part, if it was Mac's idea, he'd sure as hell go along with it, and drag Rizzo into the mix, and Mac convinces Mark, who picks up from the other three the gumption to say something which is true, but awkward, and potentially humiliating (and if I recall their reactions correctly, something no one else expected, either). I wonder how he hinges together "family" with "screwing teammates".

On the other hand, maybe they all ganged up on him.
There are things I could insinuate here, ideas I could voice. But they're all gloriously, royally obscene. So I won't. ;-)

I'm fairly certain Jimmy's used to OC's eccentricities by now, though not as used as Rizzo.
Jimmy probably associates it with something like being hit by a car. This is better than it was when he first knew him, mind, and thought of it as being hit by a fully-loaded freight train coming out of the Allston yards at top speed. ;-) Rizzo... Rizzo just seems to take a lot of stuff in *stride*. The stuff that isn't actually physically dangerous to him, to his teammates, the team as a whole, or victory. I like him.

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*nod* That makes sense. And since OC's, as you said, got no problem with the challenge part, if it was Mac's idea, he'd sure as hell go along with it, and drag Rizzo into the mix, and Mac convinces Mark, who picks up from the other three the gumption to say something which is true, but awkward, and potentially humiliating (and if I recall their reactions correctly, something no one else expected, either).

They probably just brought Mark along for the "See, your best player is on our side" factor, sort of like a figurehead, I guess. Too look pretty and not say anything. Although Herb's reaction is probably something along the lines of "Mortal enemies...standing together...the teamwork drills have worked!" coupled with "Uh, what am I going to tell Bob Johnson and Jack Parker?" Which is actually an interesting quesion. How are the players other coaches going to react when they come back all buddy-buddy?

I wonder how he hinges together "family" with "screwing teammates".

That's his version of "no! no, you can't take them away from me I'll never see them again NOOOOOOOO!"

There are things I could insinuate here, ideas I could voice. But they're all gloriously, royally obscene. So I won't.

*facepalm* How did I know that was coming?

Jimmy probably associates it with something like being hit by a car. This is better than it was when he first knew him, mind, and thought of it as being hit by a fully-loaded freight train coming out of the Allston yards at top speed. ;-) Rizzo... Rizzo just seems to take a lot of stuff in *stride*. The stuff that isn't actually physically dangerous to him, to his teammates, the team as a whole, or victory. I like him.

Rizzo is awesome. He's also one of the oldest members of the team, so all the drama has passed him by benefit of the fact he isn't actually playing college hockey anymore. And I assume he knows how to control OC.

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Although Herb's reaction is probably something along the lines of "Mortal enemies...standing together...the teamwork drills have worked!"
*snorfle* That's brilliant. (and now my dad is asking what's so funny...) Craig, I suspect, is a tad more pragmatic and would want to know who has what kind of dirt on anyone else.

Which is actually an interesting quesion. How are the players other coaches going to react when they come back all buddy-buddy?
Yeah, that's true... I can't think except it would be weird for all parties concerned, players and coaches.

That's his version of "no! no, you can't take them away from me I'll never see them again NOOOOOOOO!"
*snicker* Someone's fucking persuasive, aren't they.

*facepalm* How did I know that was coming?
Because it's me, and I think in slash, and when you say "ganged up on him" my first thought is, "oh, they bribed him with sex?" *halo*

On the other hand, they could've just beaten him into it.

He's also one of the oldest members of the team, so all the drama has passed him by benefit of the fact he isn't actually playing college hockey anymore. And I assume he knows how to control OC.
That last is perhaps why he makes such a persuasive captain. *blink* And, yeah... doesn't boys of winter say he was playing for some amateur team in Ohio at the time?

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Craig, I suspect, is a tad more pragmatic and would want to know who has what kind of dirt on anyone else.

But of course. I mean, someone in this business has to be cynical.

Yeah, that's true... I can't think except it would be weird for all parties concerned, players and coaches.

It must be fun when they actually start competing against each other again, and after beating the crap out of each other on the ice go and hang out and get drunk. Especially Mac and OC, and I really want to see that now.

That last is perhaps why he makes such a persuasive captain. *blink* And, yeah... doesn't boys of winter say he was playing for some amateur team in Ohio at the time?

Dude, anyone that can make some effort at controlling OC has my vote, which is probably why Buzzy Schneider didn't get it, apart from the part where Buzzy's from Minnesota and the Boston people probably threatened him, because those people are not only scary, but fucking insane.

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It must be fun when they actually start competing against each other again, and after beating the crap out of each other on the ice go and hang out and get drunk. Especially Mac and OC, and I really want to see that now.
That would be the most freakishly insane (and, by that count, fun) relationship in the whole of collegiate sport. Because obviously, they have to really pummel each other into the rink during the game to convince all their adoring fans that yes, they really do hate each other. It's like-- ultra foreplay for these guys. And then they'd go and barely have to get tipsy before molesting the hell out of each other.

the Boston people probably threatened him, because those people are not only scary, but fucking insane.
*smirk* I'm going to go preen over my adoptive hometown now. ;-) Those boys are a tad high strung, one might say.

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That would be the most freakishly insane (and, by that count, fun) relationship in the whole of collegiate sport. Because obviously, they have to really pummel each other into the rink during the game to convince all their adoring fans that yes, they really do hate each other. It's like-- ultra foreplay for these guys. And then they'd go and barely have to get tipsy before molesting the hell out of each other.

Probably in front of their teammates, too. And the other Olympians will just sit around going, "Oh, just another day with Teh Krazee" while everyone else has a reaction somewhere along the lines of "WTF is going on!"

Those boys are a tad high strung, one might say.

Uh, just a little.