pocket for some money. âHere you go, slugger,â he said, pulling out a whole handful of stuff. He opened his big, wrinkly hand and sorted through rubber bands, string, crumpled paper, keys, and pocket fuzz to find the money.
âWhoa, Gramps, what donât you keep in your pocket?â Dad said. âYou donât have Grandma in that pile somewhere, do you?â
Gramps was too busy going through the handful of stuff to answer. Somehow he was able to find about two dollars in coins. I put my hands together, and Gramps dropped the money into them. I also got some of the pocket fuzz.
âThanks, Gramps.â I ran over to the snack bar and was the first in line.
Lukeâs mom was working at the snack bar. Luke is in our class at school, and heâs on the Giants. His mom was always a little grumpy. One time last season, I bought some nachos and she would only give me one napkin. I tried to take more, but she grabbed them right out of my hand and stuffed them back into the metal napkin holder.
âJust one napkin, please. They cost money, you know,â she said.
âI thought they were free,â I answered, trying to reach for another. She grabbed the napkin holder and took it away before I could get more.
âThey may be free to you, but someone has to pay for them,â she said, not giving in. I stood there for a minute or two waiting for her to put the napkins back, but she never did. Finally I just walked away. Have you ever tried to eat nachos with only one napkin? Itâs impossible. You need at least three: one for each hand and one for your face. And thatâs only if you are really careful. Thatâs where the nacho cheese stains on the sides of my pants came from.
So today I was playing it safe. âOne Gatorade, please,â I said.
âWhat flavor?â Lukeâs mom answered. She rolled her eyes and recited all six flavors in about two seconds.
âHow about the bright yellow?â I said happily. I love yellow Gatorade.
âBright yellow isnât a flavor, itâs a color,â she said with a sour look. But obviously she knew what I was talking about, because she set the bright yellow Gatorade down right in front of me. âThatâs a dollar fifty,â she said. I dumped the pile of coins and fuzz onto the counter, separated the dollar fifty, and slid it toward her. As she counted my money I looked around to see if Heidi and Diane had shown up yet, but there was no sign of them. I grabbed my Gatorade and gathered up the extra coins. I left a big piece of fuzz on the counter. âThereâs your tip.â I laughed quietly to myself as I walked away. I thought it was pretty funny.
It was time to start the game. I ran back to the dugout, grabbed my glove, and hurried out to the pitcherâs mound. After about ten practice pitches, I was ready and the game began. Graham was playing catcher as usual.
âPlay ball!â the umpire called out. The batter stepped up to the plate, and Graham immediately started in on him.
âCome on, Raymond,â Graham yelled. âThis guy stinks. He canât hit.â Then he gave me the sign for a fastball.
I wound up and threw the ball as fast as I could.
âStrike one!â the ump yelled. The batter didnât even swing.
âHeâs scared of you, Raymond. Give him another strike, heâs too scared to swing,â Graham yelled again, laughing.
The second ball was high and outside, but the batter swung.
âStrike two! The count is 0 and 2,â the ump said, holding up a fist on one hand and two fingers on the other.
âSorry, batter,â Graham said. âDoes it bother you when I talk? I wonât say a word this time, and weâll see if you can hit. Okay, everyone be really quiet so number eight can concentrate on the ball.â The batter looked completely frustrated. Graham really knew how to make the batters crazy.
The batter swung as hard as