The Bus Stops Here
by Steve West on September 21, 2007

In Slapshot, Paul Newman encourages the minor league hockey team he captains to play like goons. The team begins to have some success and the driver of the team bus joins in the spirit of gooniness. Paul Newman approaches him while he is proceeding to smack the exterior of the bus with a sledge hammer and inquires as to what he is doing. The driver responds, "Making it look meeeeeaaan!" I believe the Washington Metro Area Transit Authority also is attempting to capture the spirit of goonhood by the look of their buses. I like the look of these buses better. Except for that shark one...
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