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All around South Rover, the excitement mounted. For a few potatoes, a couple of eggs, an onion or two, a little oil, and a bit of salt, perhaps a shot of pepper, the poor boys would have a new basketball court.People bought oil in gallons. Potatoes practically flew out of the grocery bins. No one in town ate scrambled eggs that week - all the eggs were diverted to potato kugels. The owner of Shop-rite thought it was a new kind of holiday, and marked on his calendar to order extra potatoes next October. The contest was on! Who would win? And why did it matter so much?