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Italics indicate character thought.

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"I am so dominating this race." Adam Banks slouched against the back of the couch and pulled on the X-Box controller, stretching the cord to its limit.

Charlie tilted his head to the side, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, willing his car to turn tighter around the virtual Lowe's Motor Speedway inside curve. He smacked into the wall and felt his controller vibrate as his wheel blew out. His #9 Dodge slammed into Adam's Dale Jr. car and all hell broke loose.

"Dammit, Charlie! You did that on purpose!" Adam slammed his elbow into his friend's side as Guy Germaine and Fulton Reed dissolved into laughter.

"I didn't! Why would I wreck my own car just to take you out? I was on my way to passing you when you came flying down the incline into my panel!" Charlie struggled to control his car through the checkered flag and raised his arms triumphantly as he just edged out Adam for the win. "So winneth the champion. He cannot be defeated! He reigns supreme! He…" As Charlie danced around the room the other three all quietly got up and walked into the kitchen.

Fulton strode over to the refrigerator as Guy jumped onto the cracked Formica countertop and Adam propped himself against the doorjamb. He looked up from where his head was inside the fridge. "Guy? Adam? Beer?" They both nodded and he grabbed two in his left hand, tossing them the foot or two to his roommates.

Adam popped off his cap on the edge of the thrift store table and took a long drink before sighing. "So what do we know about these two new guys joining the team?"

Guy propped his elbows on his knees as his fished a few chips from a bag on the counter. "I don't know. Coach has been pretty quiet about it. Goldberg says he heard they are both getting scholarship spots, though, so I assume they are at least decent."

Charlie chose that moment to poke his head in from the living room. "Hey. No one told me it was beer time." He caught one as Fulton tossed it his way. "So what are we talking about?"

"The new guys."

He grimaced. "Well, all I know is that they both better be good, because we're going to need it after loosing Paul and Evan."

They all nodded solemnly at that. Things had been very different after leaving high school and becoming part of a different team. Sure, Charlie, Adam, Fulton, and Guy had been offered scholarship spots, and Goldberg, Jesse, and Averman had earned spots as walk-ons, but 7 of them wasn't the same as 14. There would always be a Bond between the Ducks. They had just shared too much. But the guys had been lucky to become a part of the Pennington Wolfpack. They had instantly felt a part of the team, and the upperclassman really took them under their wings. They were all better hockey players for it now that they were the upperclassmen as they started their junior year.

When Paul Mullinex and Evan McIver, the two formidable team captains, had graduated, the team lost not only two great players, but their fearless leaders. No one could give a pep-talk like McIver.

"Well, where are they from?" Fulton sat down at the table and stuck his feet up as he leaned back. Adam snaked his leg out and kicked the back leg of the chair. Fulton was knocked off balance and was forced to plant his feet back on the linoleum floor.

"Dude. That's disgusting. I eat there."

The other three rolled their eyes and ignored the comment.

Charlie snagged the chips from Guy. "Well, I hear one is some hot shot from Michigan. The other is from North Carolina." He threw his hands up in the air. "North Carolina! They don't even have ice there!"

Guy looked at him in exasperation. His voice was dry. "Charlie, the Carolina Hurricanes are in North Carolina."

Silence filled the room as they thought about it. Charlie finally shrugged.

"Whatever. So…um….Tommy Boy, gentlemen?" He raised his eyebrows hopefully.

Adam grinned. "It's already in the DVD player, man."