Apart from not being a bandkid, all it took to be a Shover was the annual scarf. It was made of red wool with white fringes and embroidery, and all of the Shovers wore it the same: tied around the neck in an overhand knot with the right leg two times the length of the left so that none of the signifiers went unexposed. On the right, by the shoulder, was Chief Aptakisic, feather-headressed and — earringed, a sillhouette in warpaint, the year of the season in thin roman numerals that looked like whiskers along his square jawline; beneath that the numbers assigned to the players, JV and varsity, varsity on top; and on the left above the fringe that hung just beneath the heart, the names of the varsity A-team starters, captains at the bottom (so they wouldn’t get covered if the knot slipped low), then up to the neck reverse-alphabetically.
This design had been constant for five years running, but its left leg had always been a problem. Since players improved at various rates, line-ups were always subject to adjustment, and by the start of every season since the Shovers had been founded, at least one Indian off the bench or the B-team took an A-team position from another player whose name had already been embroidered on the scarf. The cause of the problem was variously diagnosed. Some blamed the scarf’s maker for the six weeks its factory took to fill orders, which required Desormie to give to the Shovers his rosters that far in advance of the season. Some blamed Shover presidents for failing to find a maker of scarves who required less lead-time. A few — mostly presidents — blamed Desormie himself for being fickle with his lineups, or the victim of brain disease. Many of the Shovers didn’t care either way; the important thing to them was for the scarves to identify Shovers as Shovers. Among the proponents of scarf-reform, though, 2004 was invoked almost daily. That year a captain got bumped from the lineup: within three weeks of the scarf being ordered, Bam Slokum, til then but a middling sixth-grade player, had grown four inches taller and ten times as dominant. He came off the bench of the JV B-team to play A-team on varsity as a starting point-guard, and went on to break, in the eight weeks following, three Aptakisic and two conference scoring-records. The captain Bam replaced was called Gregory Gumm, and to get Gummed became slang that for Shovers was fighting words, harsher even than any phrase it might have euphemized.
Not that Shovers ever actually fought. The events they called fights were chest-bump engagements where one guy said “What?” and the other “So do something,” and sometimes a third and a fourth said “Yeah, do something.” A few of the Shovers were stooges for Indians — carrying their textbooks, doing their homework, hearing hints of affection in their verbal abuse — but most of them only aspired to be stooges. They met twice a month, shoved around Main Hall, and as of only very recently had seemed poised to schism over trouble that stemmed from their scarf’s new design.
By the end of the 2005–2006 school year, the scarf-reform issue was so starkly polarized that the Shovers had forgotten its mechanics. You either wanted reform (whatever that meant) or you didn’t want reform (regardless of what it meant). Most of the Shovers’ debates went like this:
“They may not be perfect but our scarves are the best, so don’t rock the boat, homes, it’s dangerous.”
“All I’m saying is 2004, dude. Two-gumming-thousand-and-four.”
Thus, when during his pre-election speech, Blake Acer spoke of his scarf-redesign plan, a plan that would alter the scarf’s left leg’s looks but didn’t address the real problem at all — the problem of immanent roster-change/scarfmaking-leadtime/embroidery-permanence itself (taboo) — the majority by which he would soon acquire victory was simple in more than one sense of the word. The really dumb Shovers fixed on redesign which sounded a lot like reform, and those among them who wanted reform thought Blake backed their cause and voted for him; those among them who didn’t want reform thought Blake opposed their cause and voted against him. The less dumb Shovers — both those who wanted reform and didn’t — saw that Blake Acer, intentionally or not, had undermined reform with redesign, and they voted the opposite of those really dumb Shovers who shared their position on reform. The split between the two kinds of dumb was pretty even, but the few undecideds knew Blake to be the brother of the Shovers’ founder, and they figured the blood was good, so Blake won.
The morning after the election, during announcements, Blake reiterated, for all of Aptakisic, the details of the scarf-redesign plan. “Over the summer, I had a creative revelation, and the creative revelation that I had was this: However smartly colored and intelligently organized and totally perfect on the right leg our scarves are, they’d be even better without English on the left. This creative revelation was what got me elected, so that’s why we’re getting rid of all the English and replacing the names of our starters with symbols: symbols the starters will choose for themselves; symbols that really mean something to them, like the symbols the guys in Led Zeppelin chose to represent their souls on the cover of IV; really deep symbols that mean more than words, that mean more than names; symbols that capture the spirit of each starter as a person as well as a player. Thank you!”
Co-Captain Baxter, at lunch that day, stood on a table and shouted for attention, then raising his can of protein drink, said, “Bam and I were sitting here, talking to the Indians, and we all agree that this moment’s historic, and we all agree this year’s Indians are historic, and this school is historic, and, on behalf of all the school and especially basketball, Bam and I want to thank the Shovers for voting for Acer, who’s really got a vision here that’s also historic. Even though it can only happen for five of us, none of us can wait to see our symbols on the scarves, but especially not Bam and I, who are both looking forward to this chance to be creative, and know that the opportunity to be creative will motivate our teammates to seize the opportunity: it’s just one more reason to work hard to make starter, and bring home the victory and the glory and so on, so thumbs up to Acer and his Main Hall Shovers. We value all of you, and not just as the army of goodguys you are, but each and every one of all sixty-however-many of you, on a first-name-type individual basis. We don’t listen to Led Zeppelin, me and Bam and the Indians, but you can bet we’re gonna start to this very afternoon. Right after practice, y’all, right after practice. Three cheers for Acer and his Main Hall Shovers. Three cheers for Acer. Three cheers for the Shovers.”
Acknowledged and praised, their three cheers resounding and rifts all healed, the Shovers bore Blake like a casket or champ on their shoulders to recess, feeling like brothers and knocking down bandkids, smashing the fast ones against walls and lockers.