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Roy Morelli Steps up to the Plate

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* 1 *

Three more, Dad said, stepping off the mound.

Make 'em count, I told him, wiggling the bat.

We were on one of the eight ball fields that surrounded the grandstand, the small, half-covered stadium that sat in the middle of Boardman Park. Baseball season started next week, and I needed to shake off the winter rust.

What do you want? Dad called. He was tall, like me, but heavy. He was wearing jeans and a faded green Pilchuck High School T-shirt. His hair hung over the top of his ears, like it had for as long as I could remember.

Whatever you got, old-timer, I said, twisting my toe into the dirt, imagining this was the last inning of the biggest game of my life.

Old-timer? Dad asked, like he hadn't heard me right.

That's what I said. I tugged on my ear and pointed to Dad. Maybe you should adjust that hearing aid.

Dad gripped all three baseballs in his right hand and held them out for me to see. You know what these are? he asked.

What?

Strike one, strike two, and strike three.

I shook my head and smiled. No way, old man.

He stepped back onto the mound. First pitch, he said, bending forward to start his windup.

Just make sure it comes with mustard.

Dad smiled. Order up. He leaned back, then stepped into a breaking ball that curved to the outside corner as it crossed the plate.

I saw the movement on the ball, but swung too late to catch up.

Strike one.

I slid my hands back down the barrel and pointed at Dad. Another one, I said.

Dad nodded.

Same pitch. This time, I swung earlier but got underneath it, fouling it behind me.

Strike two.

Time, I said, backing away from the plate. I took two practice cuts.

On the mound, Dad wiped his hands on his jeans, then went to work. He planted his left foot, lifted his right leg, and with an extra kick, whipped his third pitch toward me.

Wait for it, I told myself, expecting the ball to break away again. But the ball never broke. It barreled straight down the middle of the strike zone. By the time I saw my mistake, it was too late. I took a hack, but the ball chugged past me. It slammed against the top plank of the backstop, then ricocheted halfway back to the plate.

Strike three.

Down on three pitches. Ouch. I stood at the plate, staring at my shoes. I would have to do better than that when baseball season started. I was on the Pilchuck All-Star team, and I knew from last season that the pitchers threw some serious smoke. It was nothing like the rec league games I had seen my friends Kenny and Fish play in, where the pitches came in nice and easy. I had to be ready. Just yesterday Coach Burke had told me he expected big things from me this season.

Holding the bat in one hand, I picked up the ball and tossed it to Dad.

Not bad for an old-timer, huh? he said.

The sun was in my eyes, I joked as we began gathering up the rest of the baseballs scattered around the infield.

Face it, Roy, Dad said, patting his stomach. Your old man's still got it.

You mean that? I asked, pointing to his gut.

Dad rubbed his belly. This? he asked proudly, pointing to himself. This is all muscle.

I didn't know fat was a muscle, I said.

It was enough to strike you out, Dad said as he put his arm around me.

Synopsis:

When eighth-grader Roy Morelli's divorced parents find out he is failing history, they ban him from playing on his beloved all-star baseball team, and, even worse, he winds up being tutored by his father's new girlfriend.

Synopsis:

* 1 *

Three more, Dad said, stepping off the mound.

Make 'em count, I told him, wiggling the bat.

We were on one of the eight ball fields that surrounded the grandstand, the small, half-covered stadium that sat in the middle of Boa

About the Author

Thatcher Heldring lives with his wife and son in Seattle, a good place for indoor sports. Visit him online at www.thatchertheauthor.com.

Product Details

ISBN:
9780375893438
Publisher:
Random House Children's Books
Subject:
Juvenile Fiction : General
Author:
Heldring, Thatcher
Author:
Thatcher Heldring
Subject:
Social Issues - Friendship
Subject:
General Juvenile Fiction
Subject:
Children s-General
Subject:
Children s-Sports Fiction-Baseball
Subject:
Children s-Sports Fiction-General
Subject:
Children s Middle Readers-General
Subject:
Children s Young Adult-Social Issue Fiction-Friendship
Subject:
Conduct of life
Subject:
Schools
Subject:
Baseball
Subject:
Children s Young Adult-Social Issue Fiction
Subject:
main_subject
Subject:
all_subjects
Publication Date:
20100309
Binding:
ELECTRONIC
Grade Level:
4-7
Language:
English
Pages:
240
Age Level:
9-12

Related Subjects

Children's » General
Children's » Sports and Outdoors » Sports Fiction » Baseball and Softball
Young Adult » Fiction » Social Issues » Friendship

Roy Morelli Steps up to the Plate
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Product details 240 pages Random House Children's Books - English 9780375893438 Reviews:
"Synopsis" by , When eighth-grader Roy Morelli's divorced parents find out he is failing history, they ban him from playing on his beloved all-star baseball team, and, even worse, he winds up being tutored by his father's new girlfriend.
"Synopsis" by , * 1 *

Three more, Dad said, stepping off the mound.

Make 'em count, I told him, wiggling the bat.

We were on one of the eight ball fields that surrounded the grandstand, the small, half-covered stadium that sat in the middle of Boa

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