Slap Shot has to be one of the most politically
incorrect movies of all time. And I
loved it! I haven’t laughed that hard in
a long time. I wish a squishy, millennial libtard could
watch it with me so I can measure the reaction on his face. I can just imagine the thought processes of
an emasculated wussy sitting in a stupor as the characters in this
film assault his delicate sensibilities.
In a day and age when a president of the United
States wears mom jeans, a helmet, and bubble wrap when riding a bicycle, it
felt good to reflect upon a time when men were men, and a leader of the free
world could throw a baseball.
The seventies
was a great era, except of course the fashion.
What in the hell was going on there?
I still remember the bellbottom pants, white belts, platform shoes, and
god awful flowery shirts. How that
ensemble happened is a mystery to me.
But to be fair, the cars and music were great. And there was none of this touchy-feely crap
that has permeated our society. Slap
Shot definitely has none of that nonsense in the story line.
What I found amazing is that this movie is based on
an actual minor league hockey team. Some
of the exploits are so over-the-top that you’d say there is no way that could’ve
happened. Even some of the characters
are loosely based on some of the players.
Slap Shot is a man’s movie and a top 10 cult
favorite. Hell, even today’s lesbian
might enjoy it. They’re as much of a man
as our president.
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