Jussi Mutou, being a bit of a silly little guy, would ask the organization to surprise him of course. So for obvious reasons, they blindfolded him and put him on an airplane to an unknown destination. When he finally touched down, he discovered he was landed in Jamaica. Now, for those of you who are unaware, Jamaica has a distinct lack of 2 very important things for the game of ice hockey. 1) Hockey teams. And 2) Ice.

This didn’t unnerve Mutou though, and he set to work assembling the best possible ice hockey team the Caribbean has seen since Trinidad and Tobago. Mutou set to work, hand picking the best choices for his hockey camp. This ragtag group was very choppy at first, not really getting the hang of the game. So Mutou did the only thing he could think of to inspire them. He faked his own death. With the “death” of Mutou bringing them together, team Jamaica was able to qualify for a major international tournament. They would go on to lose every game.

Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up! It’s hockey time!