Andy Williams was one to something when he was talking with all that "it's the most wonderful time of the year" business. Except I don't really follow when he veers off into "holiday greetings" and "gay happy meetings." I only think winter is wonderful because of hockey.

Every year, at least once during the hockey season, I watch the original The Mighty Ducks and in both my six-year-old mind and 26-year-old mind, it is the perfect film. I wanted to be Charlie Conway, the stud power forward who leads a team of underdogs against the dreaded Hawks. It is right up there with Miracle and Slap Shot as one of the best hockey movies every made. Granted, there are a few weird things about the film. Why is Jack Reilly so creepily obsessed with Pee Wee hockey? Why does Coach Bombay still have waking nightmares about a breakaway shot he missed decades ago? The kids seem like the most well-adjusted people in this movie.

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But regardless of its shortcomings, I love it all the same. I have a feeling its one reason why I played hockey for almost 12 years, and any film that can actually motivate kids to pick up a sport deserves some love and affection. However, Netflix has put an expiration date on The Mighty Ducks for Jan. 1, so it looks like I'll be busy tonight.

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