bench cracked up.
I was fuming, but I kept my cool. âThe pizza place is open late,â I told him.
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The Porcupines never caught up. They lost to the Rogues, 7â2.
The next night wasnât much better. It was my turn to work in the Porcupinesâ dugout. They were losing, 6â1, by the fifth inning.
âIâll be glad when weâre done playing these Rogues,â said Mike Stammer, the Porcupinesâ shortstop. He had just struck out for the second time that night. âI wonât miss them a bit.â
âMe, neither,â said Tommy Harris. âThe only thing I like about tonightâs pitcher is that heâs not Damien Ricken. Man, that Ricken guyhas a good slider. I really hope we donât have to face him again this season.â
âYouâd better hope we
do
see them again,â said Teddy Larrabee. Teddy was the first baseman. People call him Teddy âthe Bearâ Larrabee, because heâs big and kind of hairy. âYouâd better hope we see Damien Rickenâs slider, too,â he added. âWeâll have to get past them to win the Prairie League championship.â
âI was hoping we could sneak by when they werenât looking,â said Wayne Zane.
âThatâs not what I meant,â said Teddy.
âJust sayinâ,â said Wayne. Wayne was the catcher, and he
thought
he was the team comedian. He grabbed his bat and went to the on-deck circle while Sammy Solaris, the designated hitter, went to the plate.
Sammy got a base hit. The crowd cheered, but the Porcupines were still behind by five runs. Wayne strode to the plate. Meanwhile, Teddy headed for the on-deck circle. I had his bat ready.
Wayne drew a walk. The crowd cheered louder. The Porcupines had a rally going!
The Bear swung on the first pitch. The ball went high and deep, straight down the right field line. It hit the foul pole, bounced off it, and went into the stands. Now, if a ball hits the foul pole, itâs fair, even if the ball ends up in foul territory. That made Teddyâs hit a home run! The crowd clapped and stomped. The Pines were still down by two runs, but they were coming back!
Sammy, Wayne, and Teddy circled the bases. We all met them at the dugout steps and traded high fives. Danny OâBrien went up to bat. Brian Daniels was on deck. I used to have trouble telling them apart. Now I could finally keep them straight.
âChad, can you go get that ball back?â Teddy asked. âItâs kind of a big one for me.â
âWhatâs big about it?â Wayne Zane asked.
I was wondering too. Teddy had hit home runs before, although not enough for this one to be a big number.
âThat was my eight hundred and twenty-third hit,â Teddy explained.
âNo, it wasnât,â Wayne said. âNot unless you hit about seven hundred in Rookie League. And if you had done that, youâd be in the major leagues by nowâ
and
be a shoo-in for rookie of the year.â
âIâm not just counting professional baseball hits,â Teddy explained. âIâm counting
every
hit.â
âWhat, like high school baseball?â Sammy asked.
âHigh school, junior high, Little Leagueâall of it,â the Bear replied. âEvery hit.â
âEven T-ball?â Wayne asked.
âEven T-ball,â said Teddy. âA hit is a hit.â
âI have a follow-up question,â said Mike. âWhatâs the big deal about hit number eight hundred and twenty-three?â
âWell,â said Teddy. âToday is August twenty-third. So ⦠today is eight twenty-three. Get it?â
âYeah. That is kind of a coincidence,â Tommy said. He pronounced it âco-inky-dink.â
âAlso,â said Teddy, âtoday is my birthday.â
âHey! Happy birthday!â Tommy shook his hand. âWowâyou do need to get that ball
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