11 The Rest Is History

CHAPTER 11 THE REST IS HISTORY Well, I make the team. I get the cap and the T-shirt. Since I'm not so tall, Mr. Porter tells me to play shortstop. You get to stand in the infield and it's not so lonely. Eric plays second base and Derek plays third. We can talk and tell jokes throughout the whole game. COOL! GRRRR!

The ball doesn't come high in the air. It's usually rolling on the ground. That's a lot easier. There's always someone behind you if you miss it. I just have to scoop it up and throw it to first base. COME TO DADDY! I'VE GOT IT!

Mr. Porter says I have a good arm. I even made a double play during the last game. I flipped the ball to Eric and he threw it to first. He has a good arm, too. I'm proud of all of our arms. I'm proud of our whole team. We're doing better this year. Our record is 3-and-3 so far. GOOD GAME, BOYS. THANKS, COACH. THANKS, DAD.

WAIT FOR ME! I even got a hit and made it to first base. Mom told me never to be dishonest, but I stole second anyway. Then Derek hit a double, and I ran home and scored. Everyone cheered. Mom clapped. And Tailspin wagged his tail. YEAH! OH, NO!

What a wonderful feeling it was crossing home plate, and seeing the numbers change on the scoreboard. I felt important, like I really added something to my team. Like I'm real. Like I count. Like I'm a baseball player. I DID IT! ARF! ARF! ARF!

BASEBALL TRADING CARD STATISTICS NAME: HUBIE FAVORITE FOOD: PIZZA TEAM: BOBCATS•HOBBY: DAYDREAMING POSITION: SHORTSTOP. HERO: BABERUTH