Gordon Bombay is a down on his luck, recent DUI recipient who is ordered by the city of Minneapolis to coach a pee-wee hockey team as a form of community service.
Unfortunately, the team isn’t much of a team. They have no equipment, nowhere to practice and don’t seem too interested in playing at all. Coach Bombay, once a hockey player himself, desperately seeks revenge against his estranged former pee-wee coach, and pushes the Ducks through training montages and on to victory.
By the end of the movie, the team is a well-oiled machine. With the signature “Flying V” formation and some raw determination, the Ducks win the big game at the last second. Coach Bombay later goes on to sleep with one of his player’s mothers and relive his glory days with an utterly futile minor league tryout.
The winning squad mainly consisted of brooding captain Charlie Conway, wise guy Les Averman, future bash brother Fulton Reed, quick center Jesse Hall and local idiot Goldberg.
In no time at all, just two sequels later, the same core team was representing the United States in the Junior Olympics.
Morale of the story: The only rational punishment for drunk driving is to coach a kid’s hockey team.