7. Game Day

7 Game Day It was Saturday, the day of the big game. After breakfast (best meal of the day), my parents drove me to Dirk School. When we got there, each of us had to pay a dollar to get into the playground.

这是星期六，一场重要比赛的日子。 早餐后（一天中最好的一餐），我的父母开车送我去德克学校。 当我们到达那里时，我们每个人都得付一美元才能进入操场。

"What?!" I said. "We have to pay?" "It's for charity," my mother told me as she took three dollars out of her purse. She put the bills in a big red box that said Freckle Fund on it. "Thank you!" said the smiley Dirk mom at the table. "We've raised over a thousand dollars!" The bleachers were filled with parents and friends.* A bunch of our teachers were there too. Some people were holding signs. DIRK SCHOOL RULES! I LOVE YOU, MORGAN! DOWN WITH FRECKLES!

“什么? !”我说。“我们要付钱吗？”“这是为了慈善，”母亲一边从钱包里拿出3美元，一边对我说。 她把账单放在一个大红盒子里，上面写着雀斑基金。 “谢谢你！”餐桌上笑容满面的德克妈妈说。 “我们已经筹集了一千多美元！”露天看台上坐满了父母和朋友。*我们的一群老师也在那里。 一些人举着标语。 德克校规！我爱你，摩根！打倒雀斑！

"Get your hot cross buns here!" shouted Ryan's mom, Mrs. Dole. She

“把你的热十字面包拿过来！”瑞恩的妈妈多尔太太喊道。 她

was walking around the stands selling homemade baked goods. (You can read about her in a book called Mrs. Dole Is Out of Control!) My parents wished me good luck, and I ran off to join our team on the bench. Everybody was gathered around Mr. Ott. "Are you kids ready?" he asked. "Yeah!" we shouted back. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" shouted Mr. Ott. "I SAID ARE YOU KIDS READY?" "YEAH!" we shouted, even louder. Grown-ups are always saying they can't hear us. I guess when you get old, you start to lose your hearing. The Dirk School band was sitting in the bleachers, and they played that song "We Are the Champions." A door at

在卖自制烘焙食品的摊位上走来走去。 （你可以在《多尔夫人失控》一书中读到她的故事！）我的父母祝我好运，我跑到板凳上加入了我们队。 大家都围着奥特先生。 “孩子们，你们准备好了吗？” “是啊！”我们喊道。“我听不见你说什么！”奥特先生喊道。 “我说你们准备好了吗？”“耶！”我们喊得更大声了。 大人们总是说他们听不到我们说话。 我想人老了，听力就会开始衰退。 德克学校的乐队坐在露天看台上，演奏着那首《我们是冠军》。 一扇门

the back of the school opened, and the Dirk team marched out. They were wearing matching uniforms and chanting. Let's get dirty! Let's get mean! Come on, Dirk! Let's beat this team! "Oh no," groaned Emily. "Can't we quit right now? The score is zero to zero. We can say it was a tie." "Don't be silly," said Mr. Ott. "Those kids put on their pants one leg at a time, just like you." Huh? What does that have to do with anything? As the Dirk team marched past the front of the bleachers, Morgan

学校后面的门打开了，德克队走了出来。 他们穿着相同的制服，高呼口号。 让我们弄脏自己吧！让我们变得刻薄起来！加油，德克！让我们打败这支球队吧！“哦，不，”爱米丽呻吟道。 “我们现在就不能退出吗？”比分是0比0。 我们可以说这是平局。”“别傻了，”奥特先生说。 “那些孩子一次只穿一条腿，就像你一样。” 嗯?这有什么关系吗？ 当德克队从看台前面走过时，摩根

Brocklebank handed out baseball cards with her own picture on them. We're rough! We're tough! Come on, Dirk! Let's strut our stuff! "A.J. and Andrea," said Mr. Ott, "let's go out there and shake hands." "I don't want to shake hands," I said. "Do we have to?" asked Andrea. "It's called sportsmanship," Mr. Ott told us. "Follow me!" The three of us walked out to the pitcher's mound. The Dirk coach came over with Morgan and this kid named Tommy, who always has a finger in his nose.

布罗克班克分发了印有自己照片的棒球卡。 我们粗略的!我们艰难的!加油，德克！让我们炫耀一下吧！“A.J. “安德烈，”奥特先生说，“咱们出去握握手吧。” “我不想握手，”我说。 “我们必须这样做吗？”安德烈问。 “这叫做体育精神，”奥特告诉我们。 “跟我来!”我们三个人走到投手区。 德克的教练带着摩根和一个叫汤米的孩子过来了，他总是用手指堵住鼻子。