Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10 The announcer's voice echoed all around the gym. "Welcome back from halftime," the very grown-up-sounding voice said. Actually, it wasn't really a grown-up. It was Sammy Perez, a fifth-grader who was trying very hard to sound like the announcer for the New York Knicks. "We have a tight score here in our yearly game," he said. "PS 87 has won the title two years in a row. Will we three-peat? PS 91 doesn't think so. They want to take the trophy back with them to their school." "Get it done, ninety-one," the crowd chanted. "Get it done, ninety-one." "They're on the way to doing it," Sammy said. "PS 91 is in the lead with a score of 24 points." From the bleachers, moms and dads,

广播员的声音在体育馆回荡。 “欢迎从中场休息回来。”那个听起来很成熟的声音说。 事实上，它并不是一个真正的成年人。 那是萨米·佩雷斯，一个五年级的学生，他正在努力让自己的声音听起来像纽约尼克斯队的播音员。 他说：“在一年一度的比赛中，我们的比分很紧。 “PS 87连续两年获得冠军。 我们会三连冠吗？ps91不这么认为。 他们想把奖杯带回他们的学校。” “完成任务，91，”人群高呼。 “把它做完，91。” “他们正在这样做的路上，”萨米说。 “ps91以24分领先。” 从露天看台，妈妈和爸爸，

brothers, sisters, and grandparents waved PS 91's purple flags. "But let's not count out our very own PS 87," he said. With that, our side of the gym cheered so loud, it made the walls shake. "We're close behind with 22 points, led by our top scorer, Heather Payne." Everyone in the bleachers stomped their feet. I jumped up on the bench and raised both my arms over my head, and shouted at the top of my lungs. "Eighty-seven, we're the champs!" I yelled. Okay, so it wasn't as good a chant as the other team had, but they didn't have my Zipzer spirit. I could see my family in the stands. My mom and dad were waving a flag with our school colors, blue and white. My grandfather, Papa Pete, was wearing his only all-blue sweat suit. Usually he wears his red one and looks like a giant strawberry. Today he looked like a giant blueberry.

兄弟姐妹和祖父母挥舞着ps91的紫色旗帜。 “但我们不要把我们自己的ps87算在内，”他说。 听到这句话，我们这边的体育馆欢呼起来，声音如此之大，连墙壁都在颤抖。 “我们以22分紧随其后，得分最高的是希瑟·佩恩。” 看台上的每个人都跺着脚。 我跳上长凳，把双臂举过头顶，扯开嗓子大声叫道。 “八十七，我们是冠军！”我喊道。 好吧，虽然没有另一队唱得好，但他们没有我的齐泽尔精神。 我可以看到我的家人在看台上。 我妈妈和爸爸挥舞着一面旗帜，上面有我们学校的颜色，蓝色和白色。 我的祖父，皮特爸爸，穿着他唯一的全蓝色运动服。 通常他戴着他的红色的，看起来像一个巨大的草莓。 今天他看起来像一个巨大的蓝莓。

I wish they could see me play, but that's never going to happen, I thought to myself as I waved to my family. I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was not a friendly tap. "Henry, this bench is not for standing on," Ms. Adolf snapped. "Your job is to sit down and watch the game." "My real job is to be the Secret Weapon," I told her. "There you go again, talking nonsense." With that, Ms. Adolf blew her whistle so loud that it felt like my ears were flapping back and forth like an elephant's.

我希望他们能看到我打球，但这是不可能的，我一边向家人挥手，一边对自己说。 我感到有人拍了拍我的肩膀。 这不是一个友好的动作。 “亨利，这张长凳不是用来站的。” 阿道夫厉声说。“你的工作就是坐下来看比赛。” “我真正的工作是成为秘密武器，”我告诉她。 “你又在胡说八道。” 阿道夫女士一边说着，一边大声吹口哨，感觉我的耳朵像大象的耳朵一样前后拍打着。

I sat down on the bench in between Kim Paulson and Luke Whitman. Kim was cheering for Frankie, who was dribbling down the court. When a tall girl from the PS 91 team tried to steal the ball from him, he spun around, did a behind-the-back dribble, and got by her. "Shoot it, Frankie!" I yelled. He did. And he made the basket. It was now a tie game. "Whoa," Sammy Perez said into the microphone. "Frankie Townsend ties it up!" But then, PS 91 answered right back. They had this player named Griffin. I don't know if that was his first name or his last, but he sure could shoot. He made three baskets in a row when Nick McKelty was supposed to be guarding him. No surprise there. Griffin was fast as a cheetah, and McKelty was slow as a water buffalo. McKelty got so frustrated that he poked one of

我坐在金·保尔森和卢克·惠特曼中间的长凳上。 金在为弗兰基加油，弗兰基正在球场上运球。 当一个来自ps91队的高个子女孩试图从他那里抢球时，他转过身，做了一个背后运球，从她身边过了过去。 “开枪吧，弗兰基！”我喊道。 他做到了。他投进了篮筐。 现在是一场平局。“哇，”萨米·佩雷斯对着麦克风说。 “弗兰基·汤森把它捆起来了！”但随后，ps91立即做出了回应。 他们有一个叫格里芬的球员。 我不知道这是他的姓还是名，但他枪法很准。 当尼克·麦凯尔蒂应该防守他的时候，他连进三球。 这并不奇怪。格里芬像猎豹一样快，而麦凯尔蒂像水牛一样慢。 麦凯尔蒂非常沮丧，他戳了其中一个

his scaly elbows right into Griffin's side. The referee noticed and blew his whistle. "Hey," he shouted at McKelty. "I saw that! No rough stuff." "I didn't do anything," McKelty shouted back. "You must have been looking in the wrong direction." "I'm looking at you," the referee said. "And I saw you elbow that player. You can't do that on my court. So now I'm going to watch you walk

他的鳞片般的肘部正好撞在格里芬的侧面。 裁判注意到了，就吹了哨。 “嘿，”他对麦凯尔蒂喊道。 “我看见了！”没有粗鲁的东西。” “我什么都没做，”麦凯尔蒂喊道。 “你一定是看错方向了。” “我正看着你呢，”裁判说。 “我看到你用肘撞了那个球员。 你不能在我的球场上这么做。 所以现在我要看着你走路

off this court and take a seat on the bench. You're out of the game." "Fine!" McKelty snapped at him. "I didn't want to play, anyway." McKelty stomped over to the bench and pushed Luke Whitman aside. He was sweating so much that when he sat down, he splashed all over me. "Hank," Ashley called from the court. "This is your chance. Tell Ms. Adolf to put you in the game." I jumped up off the bench. "I can go in for McKelty," I told Ms. Adolf. "I'm ready." "So is Luke Whitman," she said. "Luke, you're in." Luke ran onto the court. As soon as the referee blew his whistle, Ashley passed Luke the ball. He caught it with one hand, because as always, his other hand was busy picking his nose. That kid has a major snot problem.

离开球场，坐到板凳上。 你已经出局了。”“很好!”麦凯尔蒂厉声斥责他。 “反正我也不想玩。” 麦凯尔蒂大步走到法官席前，把卢克·惠特曼推到一边。 他汗流浃背，坐下来的时候溅了我一身。 “汉克，”艾希礼在法庭上喊道。 “这是你的机会。告诉女士。 阿道夫让你参加比赛。” 我从长凳上跳了起来。 “我可以选麦克尔蒂，”我对麦克尔蒂说。 阿道夫。“我准备好了。”“卢克·惠特曼也是，”她说。 “卢克，你入选了。”卢克跑到球场上。 裁判一吹哨子，阿什利就把球传给了卢克。 他用一只手抓住了它，因为和往常一样，他的另一只手正忙着挖鼻子。 那孩子有严重的鼻涕问题。