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Jake Daley loves baseball. He loves playing for the Red Sox in the Woodside Baseball League. He loves playing short stop. Most of all, he loves to win.

So Jake is excited when new kid Adam Hull joins the team. Adam can do it all—pitch, hit and field. But soon Jake’s excitement beings to fade. As the Red Sox rack up win after win, Adam’s ...
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Overview


Jake Daley loves baseball. He loves playing for the Red Sox in the Woodside Baseball League. He loves playing short stop. Most of all, he loves to win.

So Jake is excited when new kid Adam Hull joins the team. Adam can do it all—pitch, hit and field. But soon Jake’s excitement beings to fade. As the Red Sox rack up win after win, Adam’s talents dominate every game. Jake can’t help but wonder:

Do he and the other players even matter? 
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Children's Literature - Patricia Williamson
Jake Daley loves baseball. He loves to play shortstop, and he loves to win. Jake plays for the Red Sox in a community baseball league, and his team is mediocre until Adam Hull joins the team. Adam is a superstar. He is good at all the aspects of the game but especially pitching and hitting, two qualities that bring a win. Jake is very excited until a streak of jealousy hits him as he sees Adam get all the recognition for the team's success. There are eight other players on the field and more in the dugout. How is it possible that Adam can be the one thing everyone sees as the success? There is always more to things than there seems. Adam has his own issues, but Jake cannot see it at first. When his father becomes as interested in Adam's stats as Jakes, Jake must find it in himself to allow friendship to be bigger than the game. Reviewer: Patricia Williamson
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781480442955
  • Publisher: Peachtree Publishers, Ltd.
  • Publication date: 8/20/2013
  • Series: All-Star Sports Stories
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 138
  • Sales rank: 947,007
  • Age range: 7 - 12 Years
  • File size: 4 MB

Meet the Author



Fred Bowen was born in Marblehead, Massachusetts, a seaside town north of Boston. Most of his family still lives there—he has four big brothers and two sisters.

His dad loved sports. One of Bowen’s earliest memories is watching the 1957 World Series on TV with his dad and his brothers. Bowen’s dad was his Little League coach and his brothers were his teammates in backyard football and “driveway basketball.”

When Bowen turned eighteen, he left behind his sports-happy childhood and headed to the University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia. Bowen has always loved US and world history and he made history his major in college. Bowen also loves sports history because of all the great dramas and big personalities, which is why he weaves real sports history into all of his stories.

After he graduated from the University of Pennsylvania, he went to George Washington Law School in Washington, DC.

Shortly after he graduated, he met Peggy Jackson, a journalist. They got married two years later and now have two grown children. Their son is a college baseball coach and their daughter works for a nonprofit in Chicago. When they were in elementary school, Bowen coached their baseball, basketball, and soccer teams—more than thirty teams in all.

Bowen was a lawyer for many years and retired from practicing law so that he could write for kids full time. He gets to spend a lot more time writing and he gets more time to visit schools and talk with kids about his books. He also speaks at a lot more conferences and meets more cool teachers and librarians.
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Dugout Rivals


By Fred Bowen

Peachtree

Copyright © 2010 Fred Bowen
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4804-4295-5


CHAPTER 1

Jake Daley and Ryan Duckett stood at the edge of a large field to watch dozens of players try out for the Woodside Baseball League. Jake and Ryan had brought their baseball gloves to the park even though they weren't trying out. The two friends were already on the Red Sox. They were spending this cool spring Saturday morning on the lookout for good players who might help their team.

Together they scanned the players at the four different stations: running, batting, pitching, and fielding. Jake's eyes settled on ten kids getting ready for a 30-yard dash at the running station. At the sound of the whistle, the runners took off. One boy pulled ahead quickly and flashed across the finish line two full strides ahead of the pack.

"Hey, who's that kid?" Jake asked.

Ryan had seen him too. "I don't know," he said. "But he sure is fast. He won that race easy."

Jake watched the boy pick up his glove and move to the pitching station. He was tall and slender with long arms and legs. His dark hair was tucked under a blue baseball cap.

"I think I've seen that kid around," Jake said, squinting into the sun. "He looks familiar."

Ryan shrugged. "I've never seen him."

"He might be a guy who could really help us," Jake said. "Let's go talk to him."

Jake and Ryan moved toward the line of players where the mystery kid was waiting to pitch. As Jake got closer to the line, he noticed the red B for Boston on the boy's baseball hat.

"Hey, nice hat!" Jake called out.

The boy turned and smiled. "Yeah, my mom's a big Red Sox fan," he said.

"My dad is too," Jake said, tapping the same red B on his own hat. "I'm Jake. Jake Daley." He turned and pointed his thumb at Ryan. "This is Ryan Duckett. We're both on the Red Sox. Hey, maybe you'll make our team."

"Yeah, that would be cool," the boy said as he looked at the pitching hopefuls waiting in line. "But I just want to make a team. I really don't care which one."

"What's your name?" asked Jake.

"Oh yeah. I'm Adam Hull."

Jake took the baseball out of his glove and held it up. "You want to warm up?" he asked Adam.

"Yeah, but I don't want to lose my place in line."

"I'll hold your spot," Ryan said.

Adam stepped out of line and jogged a few yards away from Jake. The two boys started throwing the ball back and forth, softly at first and then harder as they moved farther away from each other.

"Do you go to Whitman?" Jake asked.

"Yeah," Adam answered. "I just started last month."

"I thought I'd seen you around."

"Probably. You live on Warren Street, right?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, 17 Warren." Jake threw the ball harder.

Adam caught it easily. "My mom lives on Lewis. I've seen you on the bus in the morning. You're a couple of stops after mine." He went into his easy pitching motion and uncorked a fastball. Ssssssmack! The ball sizzled through the air and whacked into Jake's glove.

"Watch out," Jake warned. "You don't want to throw too hard so early in the season. You'll hurt your arm."

"You mean I'll hurt your hand!" Adam laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not throwing that hard."

Not throwing that hard? Jake tried not to notice the stinging in his hand. Ignoring his own advice, Jake threw his hardest fastball to Adam. With a casual flick of his glove, Adam caught the ball inches from his left ear.

Wow, my best fastball didn't even faze this guy, Jake thought.

Ryan waved from the front of the pitching station line. "You'd better get over here," he called.

"Gotta go," Adam said, flipping the ball to Jake. "Thanks."

"Good luck," Jake said. "See you on the bus. Or maybe on the Red Sox."

Jake and Ryan moved to the side of the field and sat down in the cool grass. "That Adam guy looks pretty good," Ryan said.

"Pretty good?" Jake blurted out. "He's great. He can throw ... and catch ... and run...." He looked across the field. "I wonder if he can hit," he said.

"Want to bet?" Ryan laughed.

Jake definitely didn't want to bet against Adam. "Yeah, you're right. He's a player. Wouldn't it be cool if we got him for the team?"

"Yeah. With you at shortstop and a couple of new kids like Adam, we'll be a lot better than last year," Ryan said.

Jake smiled. He was twelve years old and this was his third year with the Red Sox. When he was ten, Jake had spent most of his time on the bench. At eleven, he started every game at second base. At the end of the season, the coaches had given Jake the trophy for Team's Best Eleven-Year-Old. Jake put the trophy on his dresser where he could see it every day.

Now that he was twelve, Jake was looking forward to playing shortstop every inning. He'd be the leader of the Red Sox. This year was going to be his best year ever.

"Hey, here's a couple of Red Sox," a familiar voice said from behind the boys. "How are you guys doing?"

"Hey, Coach Sanders."

The Red Sox coach pushed his hat back on his head as he surveyed the field. "You boys see anybody I should try to get for the team?"

"Yeah," Jake and Ryan blurted out together. "Adam Hull."

At the pitching area, Adam toed the rubber, went into his windup, and blistered a fastball across the center of the plate.

Coach Sanders looked down at his clipboard. "Oh yeah, I noticed him right away," he said, reviewing his notes. "Real good infielder ... can field anything ... terrific arm."

"He won his race, easy," Ryan added.

"Maybe he could pitch or play center field," Jake suggested. He wanted to keep shortstop for himself.

All three watched Adam whistle another pitch smack into the catcher's mitt.

"He sure looks like a great all-around player. Maybe I can figure out a way to get him on the Red Sox." Coach Sanders patted Jake on the shoulder and walked away. "See you boys next week at practice," he said with a wave.

Out on the field, Adam fired one last pitch. Another strike. Jake and Ryan exchanged grins and a quick fist bump. "We could have a really good team this year," Ryan said.

Jake agreed. Sitting in the soft grass and looking out over the field, he felt certain that this would be a great year, all right. This was going to be his year.

CHAPTER 2

Jake and Ryan dashed up the steps of the afternoon bus waiting at Whitman Middle School. They walked to the back amid the shouts of students and the rumble of the idling motor and grabbed their usual seats.

"I can't believe it's only Monday," Ryan complained. "I don't think I can make it through a whole week."

"Tomorrow's our first practice. That'll be cool," Jake reminded him.

"Yeah, for you," Ryan said. "Coach Sanders will put you at shortstop. He'll probably stick me in right field ... or on the bench."

Jake looked up and saw a tall boy in a battered Red Sox hat board the bus and slip into a seat near the front. "Hey, there's that kid Adam," he said to Ryan. Then he called out: "Go, Red Sox!"

A kid in the middle of the bus popped up from his seat and yelled, "Red Sox stink. Go, Yankees!" The bus erupted into boos and cheers.

"Go, Red Sox!"

"Yankees rock!"

"Yankees stink!"

The bus driver, Mrs. Dedeo, stood up. "Everybody quiet down and get into your seats. We're about to go."

"Hey, Adam! Adam Hull!" Jake shouted above the noise.

Adam turned around and Jake waved.

"Come on back here," Jake called.

Adam started walking down the aisle, but not quick enough for Mrs. Dedeo. Looking into the big rearview mirror, she told him, "Get in your seat right now, young man. I'm not moving this bus until everyone is sitting down."

Adam quickly slid into the last seat with Jake and Ryan. "Man, that lady is mean," he said in a low voice.

"Don't worry about her," Jake said. "She's always in a bad mood."

He slid down the seat to make more room for Adam. "Hey, now that you're on the team," he said, "you get to sit with your teammates."

"I'm on the Red Sox?" Adam asked. "Awesome. I have to text my mom." He pulled his phone from his back pocket.

"Didn't Coach Sanders call you last night?" Ryan asked, sounding surprised.

Adam started tapping the keys on his phone. "Maybe he called my dad. I was at my mom's last night," he said, still tapping.

Jake reached into his backpack and pulled out a piece of paper. "You're definitely on the team," he said. "Here's the roster. They posted it on the league website this morning."

The boys checked out the list of names as the bus pulled away from the school.

"I don't know these kids," Adam said. "Can any of them play?"

"Sure," Jake said. "Let's see. Isaiah Slater is a really good hitter and he can pitch too. Evan Sherman can catch. Hannah's good, Sam pitches—"

"And Jake will play shortstop," Ryan interrupted.

"What was your record last year?" Adam asked.

"Five wins and nine losses."

Adam gave Jake a look that showed he wasn't very impressed.

"We lost a lot of close games," Jake added quickly. "We'll be tons better this year."

He looked out the window. The bus was getting closer to Adam's stop. "Hey, Adam, why don't you come over to my house? Ryan will be there too. We can play Wiffle ball in my backyard."

"Um, sure. Let me text my mom again."

A few minutes later, the three teammates were dashing through the Daleys' front door. "Hey, Dad, I'm home!" Jake shouted as he entered.

"I'm in my office," Mr. Daley called back. The boys dumped their backpacks on the living room floor and headed downstairs. Jake's father was at his computer, typing quickly. "I left you some chips and dip in the kitchen," he said without looking up.

"Me, Ryan, and Adam are going to play Wiffle ball in the backyard."

With that, Mr. Daley looked up from his computer and laughed. "Sorry about my bad manners. I just was finishing up an e-mail. How are you, Ryan?" Then he turned toward Adam. "I don't think we've met."

"I'm Adam."

"He lives over on Lewis," Jake said. "He's gonna be on the Red Sox this season."

"Oh, right. I saw your name on the roster this morning."

Jake looked over at Adam. "My dad's one of the assistant coaches," he said.

"I hear that you're quite a player, Adam," Mr. Daley said. "Maybe you can help the Red Sox win a few more games."

"Oh, he'll help," Ryan said. "A lot."

"Do your parents know you're here?" Mr. Daley asked as the boys started back upstairs.

"Yeah," Ryan replied.

"Yeah, my mom said it was okay," Adam said over his shoulder.

Outside in the bright afternoon sunshine, Jake explained to Adam how he and Ryan played Wiffle ball in his backyard. "A grounder that gets past both fielders is a single; a fly ball that lands past the bush is a double; anything over the fence is a home run."

"Let's hit with a regular bat," Adam suggested as he picked up a metal bat from a pile of sports equipment.

"It's a lot easier to hit with the plastic bat," Ryan said.

"That's why the metal bat is better practice," Adam said. "We won't hit with a plastic bat during the season, right?"

"Okay, we can hit with the regular bat," Jake agreed. "I'll pitch first. Adam, you hit. Ryan, you're out in the field. We'll switch after every three outs."

The boys took their positions, with Adam standing in the batter's box near the back of the house. A Frisbee was home plate.

Jake's first pitch broke low and away. Adam didn't swing and tossed the ball back.

"Come on, Jake!" Ryan called from the outfield. "No batter, no batter!"

Jake fixed his fingers along the holes in the white plastic ball to throw a big, sweeping curveball. He went into his windup and threw hard. The ball curved sharply toward the strike zone.

Adam whipped the metal bat around in a blur. Whack! The ball rocketed forward. Jake ducked to get out of the way, slipped backwards, and ended up sprawled on the grass.

"Are you okay?" Adam asked, moving toward Jake.

"Yeah," Jake said, still lying on his back. "I'm fine."

"I think that's a double," Adam said. He returned to the batter's box.

Ryan jogged in with the ball, barely able to keep himself from laughing. He stood above Jake and dropped the ball on his chest. "I told you he could hit," he said with a grin.

CHAPTER 3

Okay, guys, look sharp!" Coach Sanders shouted to his players. He stood at home plate with a bat on his right shoulder and a baseball in his left hand. "Remember, move your feet to get in front of the grounder. Keep your glove low and make a good, solid throw to first base."

Standing in a short line of players at shortstop, Jake nodded. He was ready for infield practice and the chance to show Coach Sanders he could be the Red Sox starting shortstop.

Behind the chain-link backstop, Jake's dad and another assistant coach were throwing soft toss to other players. In the outfield, Ryan's dad was helping out by lofting high fly balls to a third group of Red Sox players.

Coach Sanders isn't fooling around this season, Jake thought as he eyed all the activity on the field. He's running a pretty serious practice.

Coach Sanders tossed the ball up and hit a hard, high hopper. Isaiah Slater, who was first in line, stepped in, fielded the ball, and tossed it to Khalil at first base.

"All right. Next player. Be ready," Coach Sanders said as he grabbed another ball from the catcher, Evan, standing beside him. Adam stepped to the front of the line. Coach Sanders smacked a hard grounder that skimmed the infield grass. Adam took a few quick steps to his left, scooped up the grounder, and fired the ball to first base. "Nice play. That's how to move those feet," the coach said. "Jake, you're next."

Jake slid over in front of the bouncing ball. But at the last moment the ball took a high hop. It hit the heel of Jake's glove and fell at his feet. Jake quickly grabbed the ball with his bare hand and threw it to first base.

"Good play. Way to stay with it," Coach Sanders said. "But you've got to field 'em cleaner than that at shortstop," he added.

Jake nodded and moved to the back of the line. He was already one play behind Adam.

As infield practice continued, Jake made most of the plays at shortstop. But Adam made all the plays. Grounders to his left, grounders to his right, line drives, pop-ups, it didn't matter. Adam fielded everything like a pro, cool and clean.

And with every one of Adam's great plays, Jake could feel his chances of being the team's starting shortstop fading away. Sure enough, when it came time for Coach Sanders to put together a starting infield, he said, "Okay, why don't we try Isaiah at third, Jake at second, Khalil at first base, and Adam at shortstop?"

Jake felt like he'd been hit by a pitch. Adam at shortstop! he thought. That was supposed to be my position!

He trudged back to second base. Adam might be a big help to the team, but Jake was beginning to think that his new friend could be a big problem for him.

Ryan jogged in from the outfield, heading for the soft-toss station. "What are you doing at second base?" he asked Jake.

"I don't know!" Jake snapped. "Coach put Adam at shortstop."

"Well, he didn't miss a thing in practice," Ryan said.

"I didn't miss many," Jake pointed out.

Ryan shrugged and kept moving.

Adam didn't miss anything during the rest of infield practice, either. And Jake noticed every great play Adam made. He couldn't wait for the end of infield practice.

Jake's group finally moved to soft toss, where Mr. Daley and Isaiah's dad, Mr. Slater, were ready for them. Mr. Daley gave out the batting instructions. "Get your hands back," he said, demonstrating with a strong, smooth swing of the bat. "Make a quick step into the pitch and drive the ball into the net." Then he paused. "Okay, let's see. Jake, you'll start with me; Adam, you can start with Mr. Slater."

Jake stood at the plate, a few feet in front of the net. He almost missed the first toss as it floated in from the side. The bat just nicked the lower edge of the ball and the ball popped weakly over the net.

"Head down. Eyes on the ball, Jake," Mr. Daley said.

Jake got his focus back and began to smack solid line drives into the net—most of the time.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Adam blasting balls at the other soft-toss station, one right after the other. More important, he could hear every one of Adam's hits as his bat connected with the ball and sent it flying dead center into the net. Each hit sounded with the same solid whack! as the one before.

A little later, Coach Sanders stood in front of the whole team wearing his usual Boston Red Sox cap, blue with a red B. Jake's dad and Isaiah's dad stood behind him. The players took a break on the grass at the edge of the infield, sipping from their water bottles. "I like what I'm seeing out there," Coach Sanders said as he paced the baseline. "We're off to a good start. Everybody's working hard and hustling. The games start in two weeks, on Saturday, April 18. Mr. Daley, will you please hand out the schedules?"

Jake's dad stepped forward and handed a blue sheet of paper to each player.

"When do we get our uniforms?" Kyle asked.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Dugout Rivals by Fred Bowen. Copyright © 2010 Fred Bowen. Excerpted by permission of Peachtree.
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