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Part 1, Basement Hockey - Anthony S. Davis

 I am Wayne Gretzky.  Should you leave me behind the net, I will make you pay.  My backhand is superb, my accuracy awesome, and passing... well, I am Wayne Gretzky.  One-on-one, we decide to play.  Gregory will don the mask, pads, glove, and blocker and try to guard the net so recently given to us by Lloyd.  Nathan must defend for Gregory, not an easy task, for I am Wayne Gretzky.

 We have a face-off, merely a formality because I never lose.  I deke back and forth, the bright orange ball obeying my every command, as if a magnet pulled it along with my stick.  I rush, behind the net, around to the front, and I fire!

 Crash!

 I am not Wayne Gretzky.  I run up the stairs, and grab the vacuum cleaner.  Luckily, most of the glass did not fall out of the window.  Gregory gets the drill, Nathan the wood, and presto, a much better window.  A wooden window.  My parents will be thrilled.  Think of how hard it will be to break now!

Anthony S. Davis, 1995