Eggy's Easy Out

Eggy's Easy Out

People call me Eggy. But that's not my real name. When my brother Jordan first saw me when I was a baby, he said, “ His head looks like an egg! " My head is normal now, but the nickname stuck. Jordan has always liked to throw things, especially at me. Mom says I could catch even before I could walk.

Now that he's twelve, Jordan has a super-strong arm. He pitches for his Little League team. And do you know what? I play catcher for my team. Catchers must be quick and smart. They use signals to tell the pitcher what kind of pitch to throw. Fastballs are my favorite. I like the way they zoom past the batter and slam hard into my mitt.

During the last inning of our first game, I signaled for a fastball. The batter hit a pop fly. The ball sailed toward the sun like a rocket ship. " Catch it, Eggy! " the coach shouted.

I flung off my mask. Even with the sun in my eyes, I nabbed the pop-up. My team won the game! I told Jordan about my awesome catch. " Pop-ups are easy outs, Eggy, " he said. “ Try something harder next time. "

We lost the next game, but I tagged a player out as she slid home. Later, when I told Jordan, he tossed his dinner napkin at me. " Not bad, Eggy, " he said. “ This Saturday I'll watch you play. "