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similar record to the first-year Senators, by the way. We are in dead-last place in the league, and we are about to play the Gasberg Pipefitters, who are so far ahead of every other team in the league that, even if they lost the rest of their games this season, they would still be the champions.
    Now Wheelie Koontz is playing the song about the guy wanting to drive the Zamboni. I actually drove the Zamboni once, when Earl, the arena manager, got too drunk to park it himself after an old-timer’s game went into triple overtime. Driving the Zamboni is really not a big deal; it’s like steering an oversized, top-heavy lawn tractor around. A Zamboni is not exactly a “ Powerful-yet -Nimble Driving Machine” (a phrase I borrowed from the rinkside advertisement for Gasberg Exotic Sports Cars). Still, the capacity crowd is singing (well, screaming) that they want to drive the Zamboni, too, when the lyrics are overwhelmed by a collective scream of “WHOOOOOOOOOO!” as Keegan Thrush steps onto the ice.
    A bunch of girls from our high school, their faces painted purple and gold, wave a spray-painted bedsheet banner that reads K EEGAN T HRUSH IS # 1!!!!! They drool over his architecturally perfect face, and they write poems in English class detailing his sky-blue eyes, wavy dark hair, strong cheekbones, and square jaw. The high-tech body armour beneath his jersey makes him look even more like a mythical warrior. When he points the end of his expensive composite stick toward their section of the stands, the girls all scream orgasmically, the heat of their bodies almost melting the purple-and -gold makeup from their faces. Their hero has acknowledged them! Oh my gawd !
    Purple and gold are Gasberg’s team colours, by the way. Our team colours are blue and silver.
    Even though Keegan lives in Faireville, he is eligible to play for the Gasberg team because he goes to school there. His parents send him to Eagle Crest Preparatory College, the twenty-five - thousand - dollar - a-year private high school in the city. Unlike most people in Faireville, they can afford to send Keegan to Eagle Crest, because Keegan’s dad owns Gasberg Exotic Sports Cars; he also has controlling interests in a number of other “exotic” businesses, like the “exotic” dancers at the Ooh La La All-Nude Gentlemen’s Club, as well as the “exotic” substances dealt in its back room.
    It would normally raise a lot of eyebrows that Ramsay Thrush drives a Maserati in a town where everyone else drives ten-year -old pickup trucks and Honda Civics, but since Ramsay makes a big show of donating money to every local charity and cause, most people turn a blind eye to his more questionable enterprises. With their good eyes, they choose to see him as an upstanding civic leader and admirable philanthropist, as long as he keeps that messy stuff in the city, where it belongs.
    Normally, Keegan would be considered a traitor to his hometown for playing for Gasberg, but somehow the adults of Faireville all love Keegan, too. Keegan lives with his parents in one of the lace-trimmed estates in Victoria Park, in the very home where Prime Minister Abbott slept one night, so Keegan’s got the please-and - thank -you manners of Faireville’s tea-and -cookie elite. This makes the Faireville moms believe that he’s Ideal Husband Material for their daughters.
    Meanwhile, the Faireville dads believe that Keegan will be going to the Big Show one of these days, and they’re all itching for the day he scores his first NHL goal on TV, so they can say to whoever is sitting beside them in their basement rec room, “I watched him play his final game at the Faireville Memorial Arena. I knew it then. I knew it then.”
    T he ref blows the whistle for the game to begin, but none of the players can hear it for the noise of the screaming crowd. So the ref waves his arms in the air and blows the whistle again, so loudly this