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Slapshots #3: The Face-Off Phoney
Scholastic Canada Ltd.
ISBN 0-439-93871-6 PBK
160 pages
Ages 9 to 11
5 ¼” x 7 5/8”

There is no way the Oilers’ new center belongs in an elementary league. And fearless reporter Chipmunk Adelman will do anything to prove it — even if it means taking to the ice himself!

Excerpt from Slapshots #3:
The Face-Off Phoney

I burst in the door and blurted, “I’ve got more proof that Steve’s too old!”

Josh leaped to his feet. “Proof? Where?”

“He’s wearing it!” I described the T-shirt in detail. “All we have to do is show it to the referee!”

Boom Boom shook his head. “That won’t work. The only thingamajig I can challenge an opposing forward on is his heejazz.”

“His stick,” Trent translated. “That’s in the rules. We can’t ask the referee to look under his jersey.”

I thought hard. “I know. One of you guys will have to pull off his sweater so the ref can see the T-shirt underneath!”

The coach was horrified. “Absolutely not! That would look like whatchamacallit!”

“Like fighting,” Trent agreed. “And if you get called for fighting, you’re not only out of the game; you’re out of the league. For life!”

Alexia spoke up. “I know you’re only trying to help, Chipmunk, but it just isn’t going to happen.”

Boom Boom ruffled my hair. “Thanks anyway, kid.”

I was destroyed! Devastated! This was like admitting there is no such thing as fairness, and that crime always pays in the end.

I’ll do it,” I said suddenly.

“You?” chorused half the team.

“Why not?” I demanded. “I’ll put on the spare uniform, rent skates, borrow equipment, and I’m there.”

“But you can barely skate!” protested Cal.

“I’m not going to play the whole game!” I argued. “I’ll line up out there, they’ll drop the puck, and I’ll pull the guy’s shirt off! Who cares if they kick me out of the league? I was never in it!”

“That’s the problem,” put in Josh. “You’re not a Star. That makes you just as illegal as Steve Stapleton.”

“Not true,” said Boom Boom thoughtfully. “When I first filled out the forms to sponsor a thingie, I was afraid the league would say we didn’t have enough whosises. So I signed up every boy in Mars who was the right age. See?”

He flipped through his clipboard and pulled out the team’s pre-season proposed roster. Our two captains, Alexia and Trent, weren’t even on the list yet. But there it was, at the top of the page: Adelman, Clarence.

I turned back to Boom Boom. “You’ve got to let me do this, Coach! It’s the only way!”

The praying-mantis eyes whirled as Boom Boom thought it over. Then he said, “Suit up, Chipmunk.”

Text copyright © 2000 by Gordon Korman. All rights reserved.