D2: The Mighty Ducks

Everyone and their grandmother knows that The Mighty Ducks was one of, if not the biggest Oscar snub of all time. Emilio Estevez loses "Best Actor in a Motion Picture" to Al Pacino? I mean come on Academy, what has Al Pacino ever done in the world on cinema?
But enough about this travesty, D2: The Mighty Ducks rewarded Duck fans much more than a silly gold statue ever could. In this chapter of the trilogy, the Ducks-a lowly pee-wee hockey team in Minnesota- get asked to represent the United States of America in the upcoming Junior Olympics. If I had a nickel for every time I got asked to represent my country in the Olympics...
In all seriousness though, it seems as if the writer of D2-Steven Brill- accidentally drank his body weight in tequila while writing this script. That or he completely forgot when his deadline was, and stayed up all night writing whatever came into his head. These are the only two credible ways I can think of how this movie came to be. I know the first one did pretty well at the box office, but this storyline is borderline unacceptable.
So you have a group of eight kids from Minnesota- most of who could barely skate in the first movie- who will now be playing in the Junior Olympics. The Ducks do get some colorful new teammates, each with their own unique skill sets, to make them a better team, and more fun to watch.
There is also the birth of the "Bash Brothers" in D2. Fulton Reed and Dean Portman are the Duck's peanut butter and jelly. These two big and brazen teenagers look like they're at least five years older than the other kids on the team, but they don't check birth certificates in the Junior Olympics, so no worries there.
Of course, there must be a villain in the movie, which in this case is the team from Iceland, and their coach, Wolf "The Dentist" Stansson. I always wondered how Iceland was decided on as the villainous nation. I've done some research (thanks Wikipedia!) and have realized that the nation of Iceland have never even played the U.S. team in men's hockey, let alone not have a single player in the NHL who was born in Iceland.
One of my favor scenes in the history of cinema has to be when Wolf squares off against Coach Bombay (Estevez) in front of the kids from each teams. If you've never seen the movie, do yourself a favor and check it out (fast forward to the 1:00 mark).
At the end of the movie, Iceland's best player, Gunnar Stahl, goes up against the Ducks' goalie, Julie "The Cat" Gaffney in a shootout with the gold medal on the line. Some how Coach Bombay knows what Stahl's move is going to be and tells Gaffney to bank on the triple deke to the glove side. Sure enough Stahl triple dekes and shots into Gaffeny's glove...a really suspenseful sequence.
Despite my noticeable hatred for this movie, I love it more than any reasonable human should. I mean what's not to love about this. I can't even get started on the knuckle-puck or my head might explode.