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Clarkie | Sep 30 2005

In gym, during free play, I played hockey by myself, taking slap shots at an empty goal.

I knew no one at that school and was absolutely alone.

One of my shots, a bullet, struck the crossbar.

A gym teacher saw this and told me to stop. He called me the name of one of the Flyers, I think Bobby Clarke.

“No slap shots, Clarkie.”

He took that away from me.