A Hockey Blog: Fuck the Mighty Ducks Reboot
I’ve simply just had enough with the Hollywood re-boots. It was cool when they first started and now everything being released is an unimaginative nostalgic cash grab. I’m not gunna lie, watching old Estevez walk out of the shadows looking like a janitor who steals kids milk cartons gave me a bit of the feels. But I will not be suckered into investing my time to watch some snot nose elitist hockey kids get beat by some group of chubby nerds. Been there done that.
You know how I know this show is going to suck? Lauren Graham. I got nothing against Lauren Graham. I’ve enjoyed a number of episodes of whatever fake drama filled sitcom my wife was watching at the time. But that’s just the thing. Unless she is getting plowed by Bad Santa her roles generally are lovey dovey, corny comedy, kid drama shit, right?
I guess that’s what you go for with Mighty Ducks, but it’s 2021. You’re never going to recreate the feel of the ‘90s. And that’s what the Mighty Ducks have. Nostalgia. That’s it. I like fucking Ja Rule because he was popular when I was supposed to like popular music. Doesn’t mean I or anyone else should be jumping at Ja’s next double album release. Spoiler alert. It’s probably gunna blow. Unless Ashanti is involved. Then I’m in.
Plus, I didn’t see Sean Weiss in that preview. If the show runners can resurrect Emilio’s career they damn well better give Goldberg a shot! One year sober baby. Throw him in net.
Triple Deke! Ducks Fly together. Cake Eater! Bash Brothers! Quack Quack Quack. AHHH Shit! I’m watching.