NHL 2002
2001 (VG)
Colour Analyst: He stops pucks like it's his job! Play-by-Play Announcer: Isn't it? Colour Analyst: Good point!
Play-by-Play Announcer: Bertuzzi gets called for Interference. They'll be short one player. Colour Analyst: Why go after that guy? He might aswell have hauled down a fan!
Colour Analyst: That's one way to open up the scoring! Play-by-Play Announcer: You would've prefered something else? Colour Analyst: No, that one was just fine.
Play-by-Play Announcer: HE SCORES! Wow Don, that was really incredible! Colour Analyst: Well, then don't eat it. Play-by-Play Announcer: I said incredible!
Colour Analyst: Shouldn't the goalie maybe have had that one? Play-by-Play Announcer: Pretty much. Colour Analyst: I see. Play-by-Play Announcer: I know you would. Colour Analyst: Hmm. Play-by-Play Announcer: Vancouver is laying all kinds of hardship on them now. Colour Analyst: I haven't seen this kind of schelackin' since my pankake incident!
Play-by-Play Announcer: Vancouver is dominating this game! Colour Analyst: Guess which team is the good one?
Play-by-Play Announcer: The Oilers are making a change in the net, Don! Colour Analyst: Cool! The new guy has a better mask!
Play-by-Play Announcer: Holden scores! Colour Analyst: He put it upstairs, where El Presidente keeps the election results! No need for anyone else to see them, I trust them! Play-by-Play Announcer: Me too.
Colour Analyst: I wouldn't say that was a bad goal, Jim. More like "atrocious".
Colour Analyst: He got a little too excited there, although I'm sure he meant well.
Colour Analyst: I'm no doctor, but I think he may have an overactive hit! (crowd boos) Alright, alright... I'm sorry!
Play-by-Play Announcer: The Canucks have truly embarassed them now, Don! Colour Analyst: This game is more one-sided than my conversations! Play-by-Play Announcer: I can't believe you admitted to that... Colour Analyst: Sorry? I wasn't paying attention.
Play-by-Play Announcer: Bertuzzi scores! Colour Analyst: I can't wait to see that one on replay! Play-by-Play Announcer: Are replays even on right now? Colour Analyst: I don't know, let's wait and see.
Play-by-Play Announcer: Holden scores! Colour Analyst: Evidently, the goalie decided to sleep in today.
Play-by-Play Announcer: Here we go, folks! It's scrap-time! Colour Analyst: Oh well, at least they're not swearing or spitting. Play-by-Play Announcer: It looks like these two guys will be taking a mandatory rest for fighting!
Play-by-Play Announcer: Holden shoulders Horcoff. Colour Analyst: I thought he was going in for the high-five Jim, but in retro-spect I guess that wouldn't really have made a lot of sense!
Play-by-Play Announcer: Carter is whipped up about something, and now these two are going to go! Colour Analyst: They're going back and forth... Play-by-Play Announcer: ... and forth and back... Colour Analyst: ... and back again! Play-by-Play Announcer: Five minute Fighting majors have been handed out! Colour Analyst: There's a valuable lesson to be learned here, Jim! Play-by-Play Announcer: Don't get in fights? Colour Analyst: No, don't make fun of his Backstreet Boys lunchbox!
Play-by-Play Announcer: Horcoff gets checked. Colour Analyst: Oh, they felt that hit in the Rafters! Which bakes the question, "Why are there people in the Rafters?"
Colour Analyst: Well, they say good things come in threes! Play-by-Play Announcer: I thought it was celebrity deaths that always came in threes. Colour Analyst: And while we're at it, let's not forget The Stooges!
Play-by-Play Announcer: Atlanta has taken the lead! Colour Analyst: Their fans are going nuts! I just saw a guy do a back-flip in the crowd! Or was that just a rendering bug?
Colour Analyst: That shot was powered by pure Nana-Nahaijna! Play-by-Play Announcer: Whatever *that* might be...
Colour Analyst: (camera zooms in on Jaromir Jagr) Hey, Jim! It's only the first period, but how many points does he have now? A: A lot. B: A lot. C: A lot! Play-by-Play Announcer: Hmmm, I'd go with B, "A lot." Colour Analyst: (buzz) Wrong! It's D, "A ton!" But thanks for playing!
Colour Analyst: GÓL! Play-by-Play Announcer: Go-go-go-gooool... Colour Analyst: GÓL! Play-by-Play Announcer: Gooooooool... Colour Analyst: GÓL! Play-by-Play Announcer: (embarrased) Let's never do that again. Colour Analyst: Agree!
Colour Analyst: Ow, I spilled hot coffee on my legs! Play-by-Play Announcer: THOSE ARE MY LEGS! Colour Analyst: Oh yeah, sorry.
Play-by-Play Announcer: He scores! Colour Analyst: I clocked that one at a cool 200 miles/hour! Play-by-Play Announcer: I think you're off by about 100 miles/hour there, Don. Colour Analyst: Wow! That thing was going 300 miles/hour?
Play-by-Play Announcer: Colorado is fully in control of this game again! Colour Analyst: And I'm fully in control of my motor skills again! Stupid electro-shock therapy. Play-by-Play Announcer: Keep complaining, and I'll up that voltage again! Colour Analyst: What complaining?
Play-by-Play Announcer: Drury has a huge shot, Don! Colour Analyst: You could say it has an impact on things! (pause) That joke however, did not.
Colour Analyst: Impressive, Jim! He now has one goal for every Kevin Costner baseball movie!
Colour Analyst: Jim, I once took a faceoff against this guy, and he knocked my stick up into the press box! Play-by-Play Announcer: Oh, I remember, Don! So does my dentist.
Play-by-Play Announcer: New Jersey needs to kill off this penalty - they can't afford to go down another goal! Colour Analyst: Another goal and the pulse of this team will be this: (flat-line SFX)
Colour Analyst: That should make them feel better! For about three seconds, until they look up at the scoreboard.