it sure looks like fun. Do
you think maybe you could–?”
“Give you lessons?” Freddie finished, his voice almost cracking with glee. “Absolutely!”
“Outstanding,” she said. “How about Saturday, before the movie?”
“Cool,” he said, smiling and nodding. “You're going to love snowboarding.”
Freddie stood there in the hallway watching her go, not even noticing the other kids passing by. He was sitting on top of
his own little world, and he didn't care who knew it.
“Lean into it! No! Ahhh! Look out!” Freddie shouted, laughing as Clarissa tumbled into the snow again. He tramped over to
her and helped her up again. She wobbled and slid, and the two of them went down in a heap in the snow.
“Whoo-hoo! Watch it, you two, people are going to start talking!”
They both sat bolt upright. Dondi was standing atthe foot of the bunny slope, laughing and clapping his hands in amusement.
“Dondi, cut it out!” Freddie yelled.
“Uh-oh, he's gonna beat me up! Help! Help, somebody! A little peanut is gonna beat me up!”
“That's it!” Freddie got to his feet and started running toward Dondi.
“Okay, okay, put your dukes up!” Dondi called out, laughing hysterically as Freddie slipped and fell in the snow at Dondi's
feet. “Whoa! He's down for the count, ladies and gentlemen!”
Freddie reached out and grabbed Dondi's leg, pulling him down to the ground. The two boys tussled playfully, throwing stage
punches at each other and grimacing in mock pain.
“Ow! Mami, Mami, it hurts!” Dondi said in a high baby voice. “Do your worst, fool—I'm still a better snowboarder than you.”
“Dream on,” Freddie said, grunting with the effort of pinning Dondi down.
“You're teaching her wrong,” Dondi gasped as Freddie started to tickle him. “You'd better let me do it.”
“Make yourself scarce, Dondi!”
“Would you guys please stop killing each other?” Clarissa called out. “I need some help here. I've fallen, and I can't get
up!”
Dondi stood up and brushed the snow off his pants and coat. “I would have beaten you that time, squirt, if the little lady
hadn't rescued you. And you know it, admit it!”
“Never! One good punch and you would have been out like a light!” Freddie retorted.
With a final laugh, Dondi picked up his board and headed toward the chair lift. Freddie turned to help Clarissa up.
“I guess Dondi and I are always going to be competing,” Freddie said, sighing. “I know you think it's pretty immature.”
“Actually, what I just saw didn't look like two guys competing—not really, anyway,” Clarissa said. “That's not the way you
guys used to fight.”
“Yeah, it is,” Freddie corrected her. “A long time ago, we used to do it that way. It was fun.” He smiled at the memory. “Well,
maybe we can get it back, huh?”
“I know you can,” said Clarissa. “Now, come on. I want to try this again.” She grabbed her snowboardand started walking back up to the top of the bunny slope.
Freddie took one last look at Dondi's retreating figure. Dondi turned at that moment, gave Freddie the thumbs-up sign. Freddie
smiled, returned it, and headed up the slope after Clarissa. “We're brothers, after all,” he said to himself.
Inside his head, he could see his father's eyes smiling at him.
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you think maybe you could–?”
“Give you lessons?” Freddie finished, his voice almost cracking with glee. “Absolutely!”
“Outstanding,” she said. “How about Saturday, before the movie?”
“Cool,” he said, smiling and nodding. “You're going to love snowboarding.”
Freddie stood there in the hallway watching her go, not even noticing the other kids passing by. He was sitting on top of
his own little world, and he didn't care who knew it.
“Lean into it! No! Ahhh! Look out!” Freddie shouted, laughing as Clarissa tumbled into the snow again. He tramped over to
her and helped her up again. She wobbled and slid, and the two of them went down in a heap in the snow.
“Whoo-hoo! Watch it, you two, people are going to start talking!”
They both sat bolt upright. Dondi was standing atthe foot of the bunny slope, laughing and clapping his hands in amusement.
“Dondi, cut it out!” Freddie yelled.
“Uh-oh, he's gonna beat me up! Help! Help, somebody! A little peanut is gonna beat me up!”
“That's it!” Freddie got to his feet and started running toward Dondi.
“Okay, okay, put your dukes up!” Dondi called out, laughing hysterically as Freddie slipped and fell in the snow at Dondi's
feet. “Whoa! He's down for the count, ladies and gentlemen!”
Freddie reached out and grabbed Dondi's leg, pulling him down to the ground. The two boys tussled playfully, throwing stage
punches at each other and grimacing in mock pain.
“Ow! Mami, Mami, it hurts!” Dondi said in a high baby voice. “Do your worst, fool—I'm still a better snowboarder than you.”
“Dream on,” Freddie said, grunting with the effort of pinning Dondi down.
“You're teaching her wrong,” Dondi gasped as Freddie started to tickle him. “You'd better let me do it.”
“Make yourself scarce, Dondi!”
“Would you guys please stop killing each other?” Clarissa called out. “I need some help here. I've fallen, and I can't get
up!”
Dondi stood up and brushed the snow off his pants and coat. “I would have beaten you that time, squirt, if the little lady
hadn't rescued you. And you know it, admit it!”
“Never! One good punch and you would have been out like a light!” Freddie retorted.
With a final laugh, Dondi picked up his board and headed toward the chair lift. Freddie turned to help Clarissa up.
“I guess Dondi and I are always going to be competing,” Freddie said, sighing. “I know you think it's pretty immature.”
“Actually, what I just saw didn't look like two guys competing—not really, anyway,” Clarissa said. “That's not the way you
guys used to fight.”
“Yeah, it is,” Freddie corrected her. “A long time ago, we used to do it that way. It was fun.” He smiled at the memory. “Well,
maybe we can get it back, huh?”
“I know you can,” said Clarissa. “Now, come on. I want to try this again.” She grabbed her snowboardand started walking back up to the top of the bunny slope.
Freddie took one last look at Dondi's retreating figure. Dondi turned at that moment, gave Freddie the thumbs-up sign. Freddie
smiled, returned it, and headed up the slope after Clarissa. “We're brothers, after all,” he said to himself.
Inside his head, he could see his father's eyes smiling at him.
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Randy Johnson
Lance Armstrong
Michael Jordan
Kobe Bryant
Yao Ming
Jennifer Capriati
Shaquille O’Neal
Dale Earnhardt Sr.
Jackie Robinson
Jeff Gordon
Alex Rodriguez
Ken Griffey Jr.
Babe Ruth
Mia Hamm
Curt Schilling
Tony Hawk
Sammy Sosa
Ichiro
Tiger Woods
Derek Jeter
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Read them all!
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Baseball Pals
Dive Right In
Baseball Turnaround
Double Play at Short
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