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Hardcourt Comeback
     

Hardcourt Comeback

by Fred Bowen
 

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Brett Carter is a hotshot on his basketball team, the Wildcats—or at least he was. After missing an easy layup shot at the buzzer in an important game, he feels like a total loser.
But things get worse. At his best friend’s birthday party at a rock climbing center, Brett freezes on the wall. Then he blows an easy question in the American history bee at

Overview

Brett Carter is a hotshot on his basketball team, the Wildcats—or at least he was. After missing an easy layup shot at the buzzer in an important game, he feels like a total loser.
But things get worse. At his best friend’s birthday party at a rock climbing center, Brett freezes on the wall. Then he blows an easy question in the American history bee at school. He is losing his confidence fast, both on and off the court—and the championship game is coming up.
Can Brett overcome his fears and play like a “winner” again?

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Danielle Williams
Brett Carter is the star of his basketball team, the one the other players rely on to pull them into the lead and keep them there. But when Brett panics at a rock wall climbing center, he loses his edge and feels as if his whole life has begun to spiral downward. No matter how much Brett practices or studies, he cannot seem to do as well as he did before he froze climbing the wall. Despite everyone's reassurances, Brett cannot help but feel he is failing everyone. It is not until his coach takes him back to the rock climbing center and he forces himself to complete the climb that he feels as if he can begin to climb out of the hole his entire life has plunged into. It is a long climb back to the place Brett felt when he was everyone's star athlete and student, and there are several times when Brett feels as if he is still failing, but eventually he realizes that he has already overcome the toughest hurdle and will soon be the all star again. The story is rather simplistic in nature but addresses a concern that plagues many young people who have had too much responsibility thrust upon them at a young age. This book will greatly appeal to fans of basketball. Reviewer: Danielle Williams
School Library Journal
Gr 5–8—In Dugout Rivals, Jake Daley is looking forward to a new season of baseball. Since he was voted "Team's Best Eleven Year Old" last year, he's sure he is going to be the shortstop for the Red Sox. Then Adam Hull moves in. He can do it all: hit, field, and pitch. Suddenly, Jake has competition for the MVP trophy. Over the course of the season, he must come to terms with his shortcomings as Adam works through his own set of problems—his parents' bitter divorce and the uncertainty of moving again. During the championship game, both boys learn why there is "no 'I' in team." Similarly, in Hardcourt Comeback, Brett Carter is the big man on the courts, but after missing a crucial game point, forgetting the answer to an easy question in Brain Bowl, and becoming paralyzed with fear on the rock-climbing wall, his self-esteem is as deflated as an old basketball. Can he regain his confidence before the big game? While the characters are much more self-aware than most seventh graders (and families and coaches feel like they were made for a TV movie), Bowen's stories move along briskly with rapid-fire action sequences and end with surprising twists. Less-athletic readers may be unfamiliar with plays and sport-specific lingo. Both books conclude with a "Real Story" section that references real players' life events to underscore the motivation for coaching pep talks in the books.—H. H. Henderson, Heritage Middle School, Deltona, FL

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781480442993
Publisher:
Peachtree Publishers, Ltd.
Publication date:
09/10/2013
Series:
Fred Bowen Sports Story Series
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
144
Sales rank:
967,885
File size:
3 MB
Age Range:
7 - 12 Years

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Hardcourt Comeback


By Fred Bowen

Peachtree

Copyright © 2010 Fred Bowen
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4804-4299-3


CHAPTER 1

Layup drill!" Coach Giminski shouted above the sounds of pounding basketballs. The Wildcats, a team of seventh graders in the Rising Stars League, snapped into action, moving swiftly to fill the shooting, rebounding, and passing lines. "Count 'em off," the coach ordered.

Brett Carter, the Wildcats star forward, caught a bounce pass from Will Giminski, his teammate and best friend. Brett took a quick, confident dribble to the basket. He pushed off with his left foot and laid the ball against the top right corner of the square outlined on the glass backboard. The ball dropped through the net. Swish.

"One," Brett called. He circled under the basket to the back of the rebounding line. Each player shouted out a number as the ball went into the basket.

"Two ..."

"Three ..."

"Four ..."

"Make 'em all," the coach instructed. "Remember, you guys can't scrimmage until you make twenty in a row."

"Five ..."

"Six ..."

"Seven ..."

On the eighth attempt, Antwon Davis, a reserve guard, put the ball up too hard against the backboard. It bounced off the front of the rim and fell away. The Wildcats groaned.

"Come on, Antwon," Brett barked. "Concentrate. We gotta make twenty."

"Start it over," Coach Giminski called.

The count began again as the coach watched from the sidelines, a silver whistle dangling from his neck. "Come on, the layup is the easiest shot in basketball," he said. "Use the backboard. Take it strong to the hoop."

The count was at sixteen when Brett bounced a perfect waist-high pass to Will. But his friend fumbled the ball and it slipped out of bounds.

"Start it again!" his father demanded.

Brett and Will stood in the rebounding line together. "Choker," Brett teased.

"Give me a break," Will muttered. "It slipped."

"You choked," Brett insisted.

"Just make your shots, okay?" Will snapped.

The count gradually got closer and closer to the magic number: seventeen ... eighteen ... nineteen....

Antwon tossed a pass to Brett. Without hesitation, Brett dribbled hard to the basket, laid the ball against the backboard, and watched the ball fall through the net.

"That's twenty!" he shouted. He turned toward his cheering teammates and pumped his fist into the air.

The coach blew his whistle. "All right, scrimmage time," he said.

Seconds later, the Wildcats cheered even louder as Coach Giminski began to divide the squad. "Okay, let's have Brett be captain of one team and Will captain of the other."

Brett and Will stood across from each other at midcourt. As the Wildcats starting forwards and best players, Brett and Will were always the captains in scrimmages. They were both tall and athletic. With their dark hair, they could have been mistaken for brothers. But though they were close in ability, Brett was always a bit quicker and better than Will.

"Jeremy Sims, Robert Maldonado, Christian Reyes, and Antwon Davis, you're on Will's team," Coach Giminski said. "Ellis Lee, Gabriel Matos, Troy Jensen, and Garrett Fox, you're with Brett."

"Hey, Dad, what defense do you want us to play?" Will asked.

"Man-to-man," Coach Giminski said. He bounced the ball to Garrett to start the game. "First team to ten baskets wins. I want to see lots of passes and picks out there."

Brett and Will ran upcourt side by side.

"Ready to lose again?" Brett kidded his friend.

"What are you talking about?" Will said as he began to play defense against Brett. "We've got Jeremy. He can score."

Brett's team jumped off to a quick lead as Brett canned two jump shots. "So when are you guys going to start playing?" Brett said as he backpedaled downcourt after the second basket.

Will charged by Brett for a quick layup. Then Jeremy, the Wildcats starting center, tapped an offensive rebound back to the basket. A minute later he tapped back another rebound. Swish again!

Now it was Will's turn for a little trash talk. "You guys taking a rest on defense, or what?"

Brett answered by hitting a jump shot from the corner to tie the score, 3–3. "What did you say, Will?" he said, still needling his friend.

"Don't let him have that shot," Coach Giminski warned his son. "Go out and cover him."

Will got the ball on the right wing, but Brett kept up his chatter even while playing defense. "Listen to your old man, Will," he said. "Better not let me have that shot."

The game went back and forth. Neither team was able to get more than a basket ahead. All the Wildcats were playing hard. Everyone wanted the bragging rights of a win against their teammates. Finally Will hit a turnaround jump shot, even with Brett draped all over him. The game was tied at 9–9.

"You'd better not let me have that shot," Will told Brett as they ran upcourt.

"Next basket wins," Coach Giminski called.

Brett ran down the right side of the court with Will trailing close beside him. He leaned to the left and started heading to the other side of the court. His friend stayed close. When Brett suddenly stopped and pivoted to the right, Will kept going, then turned and ran toward Brett.

Garrett was bringing the ball up, saw the move, and hit Brett with a pass about 20 feet from the basket. Brett caught it and pumped the ball high as if he were going to shoot. Will leaped to block the shot. As Will flew through the air, Brett pulled the ball down and dribbled past him, threading his way to the basket. With one final step, Brett angled by Jeremy and laid the ball against the backboard. The ball splashed through the net.

Brett's team had won, 10–9!

Tweeeet! the coach's whistle shrieked. "Okay, that's it. Practice is over," he called. "Clear out, guys."

The Wildcats gathered their gym bags and water bottles scattered along the gymnasium walls.

"Nice layup," Brett's twin sister Brooke said. She was standing on the sideline with a basketball under her arm, waiting to practice with her own team.

Brett grinned. "Yeah. I faked Will out of his shoes."

"He'll be steamed about that," Brooke said.

"I know." Brett took a long gulp of water. "Is Dad here yet?"

"He said he's running late. He'll be here in about an hour."

"That's okay, I've got a book," Brett said. "Hey, how's your team looking so far?"

"Real good," Brooke said. "We've got the Carlson sisters, Sonja and Renee. They can score."

"And they've got you," Brett reminded his sister. "You're good."

Brooke shrugged. "We'll be okay."

Coach Giminski and Will walked by them on their way out of the gym. "Nice fake," Coach Giminski said to Brett. "Always be thinking about getting to the basket. Like I said, layups are the easiest shots in basketball."

Brett nodded and eyed Will. His friend didn't look happy.

"And you," Coach Giminski said, playfully nudging his son in the ribs. "I've told you a million times, stay on your feet on defense. You can't cover anybody flying through the air."

"I know, I know." Will rolled his eyes.

After the Giminskis had left, Brett sat down in the corner of the gym. The smooth, hard wall felt cool on the back of his sweaty T-shirt. He pulled his book out of his backpack. Then he looked out on the court. Brooke, the Carlsons, and the rest of the team were warming up by shooting layups. Brett rested his head against the wall, thought of his own game-winning layup, and smiled.

CHAPTER 2

We're home!" Mr. Carter called as he entered the house with Brett and Brooke. In the corner of the living room, Jumper, the family's West Highland terrier, stirred on his pillow and fell back to sleep.

"I'll be down in a second," Mrs. Carter replied from upstairs. "I'm on the phone with Grandma."

Brett grabbed a glass from the cupboard. He walked over to the refrigerator, pushed a button, and filled the glass with cold, filtered water. He gulped greedily as he stared at the two report cards posted side by side on the refrigerator.

"Looking at that B in social studies isn't going to change it to an A," Brooke teased as she filled her glass with water.

"If I get an A this quarter, I'll get an A for the semester," Brett said. "Then we'll be tied."

"Maybe you'll win the social studies bee next week," Brooke said. "It counts toward our early American history unit."

"Want to help me study?" Brett asked.

"What about me?" Brooke asked. "I want to win too, you know."

"I need more help than you," Brett said. "I'm the guy who got the B, remember?"

Brooke smiled but didn't say anything.

"Come on," Brett pleaded. "I'll ask you some questions too."

"Okay," she said.

"Do you two have much homework?" Mr. Carter asked from the dining room as he looked through the day's mail.

"Not much," Brett answered. "Just studying for the history bee next week."

Mrs. Carter came downstairs and gave her husband a kiss on the cheek.

"How's your mom?" he asked.

"Fine," she answered and then turned to Brooke. "She may come to your game on Sunday."

"Hey, what about my game?" Brett asked, pretending to be insulted.

"I'm sure Grandma will make it to one of yours this season too. Don't worry," Mrs. Carter said. "How was practice?"

"Great," Brett and Brooke answered at the same time.

"I scored the winning basket in our scrimmage," Brett boasted. "I faked Will out big- time. He was pretty annoyed."

"I hope you didn't give him a hard time about it," Brett's mother said, frowning.

"Huh? Well, maybe a little," Brett admitted. "But I was just joking. We're still best buds."

"You two better get started on your homework," Mrs. Carter said.

Brett and Brooke scrambled up the stairs to their rooms. Brett tossed his backpack on his unmade bed. As he changed his clothes, he looked around the crowded bedroom. The walls were covered with sports posters, as well as tickets and programs from games he had attended. In the corner of the room, the top of his dresser was filled with trophies from his soccer, basketball, and baseball teams. Beside the dresser, next to a heap of dirty clothes, was a stack of old sports magazines. Brett walked over to his cluttered desk to study the Wildcats schedule.

We better beat the Panthers on Sunday, he thought, because the Huskies are going to be really tough. Then he grabbed a notebook and headed to his sister's room across the hall.

"Come in," Brooke said after Brett knocked on the door. She was at her computer, typing out a message. Her room was a lot neater than Brett's. The light green walls were covered with posters of her favorite actors, actresses, and rock bands. Her clothes were neatly put away in her dresser. But the top, just like Brett's, was covered with trophies.

"Want to quiz me on the history stuff now?" Brett asked.

"Okay."

Brett handed his sister the notebook. He flopped on her bed and grabbed a pillow for his head. "Start with the last section," he instructed. "You know, the one on the Civil War. I know the stuff before that pretty well."

Brooke studied the paper. "Okay," she began. "Try this one. Who was the president of the Confederacy?"

"That's easy." Brett smiled. "Jefferson Davis."

The questions and answers went back and forth like passes in a layup drill.

"What did President Lincoln issue on January 1, 1863?"

"The Emancipation Proclamation."

"What did the Emancipation Proclamation do?"

"It freed the slaves."

"Who was the general for the Confederates at the Battle of Gettysburg?"

"Robert E. Lee."

"Who was the Union general?"

"Meade."

Brooke raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, okay. George Gordon Meade," Brett said.

"These are too easy. I'm going to find a really tough one." Brooke glanced down the page. "Okay, here's one you'll never get."

"On the third day of the Battle of Gettysburg, one of the Confederate generals led a famous charge. Who was it?"

"I know this. I know this...." Brett pounded his forehead, trying to knock the answer loose.

"That won't help," his sister told him.

"Give me a hint," Brett pleaded.

"No way," Brooke said. "Mr. McMillan and Ms. Fromm won't give you any hints."

"Come on, just one."

"Okay." Brooke thought for a moment. "What do you do with your nose all the time?"

"What?" Brett said. Then he had the answer. "Pick it!" he blurted out. "General George E. Pickett."

"Right." Brooke laughed.

Brett punched the air as if he had scored a winning basket.

CHAPTER 3

Concentrate, now," Coach Giminski said as the Wildcats shot layups before the Panthers game. "I want you to make every shot."

Will laid one up and in, followed quickly by Brett. The coach stood on the sidelines with his hands on his hips. "Take it up strong. No fancy stuff," he said. "Easiest shot in basketball."

After a few more layups, he called out, "Okay, let's bring it in."

The Wildcats gathered around in a tight circle. Brett saw his sister sitting on the Wildcats bench, keeping the scorebook for Coach Giminski. Her team had won earlier in the day.

The coach went through his usual last-minute reminders to hustle, play defense, and move the ball on offense. Then he motioned to Brooke to hand him the scorebook. "Okay, here's the starting lineup," he said. "Jeremy's at center. Brett and Will are starting at forwards. Garrett and Christian are in the backcourt. Everybody's going to get in today, so pay attention on the bench." He put his hand into the middle of the circle. All the Wildcats piled their hands on top of his.

"One ... two ... three ... defense!" they shouted.

The game started slowly with both teams playing tight man-to-man defense. After more than two minutes, with the score tied 0–0, Brett got the ball near the left side of the foul line. A Panthers defender was all over him, but quick-thinking Will rushed over and set a pick to Brett's right. Brett faked left and went right around Will, who blocked the defender's path. Brett dribbled free toward the basket and shot a twisting layup just as the Panthers center bumped him off balance. The ball bounced around the rim and fell in as the referee's whistle blew.

"The basket is good!" the referee shouted, motioning with his hand, "Foul on Number 10. One shot."

Brett traded high fives with his teammates. Then he stepped to the line and confidently sank the free throw. The Wildcats now led 3–0.

Brett's basket seemed to wake up both teams. The score mounted higher as the Wildcats and the Panthers traded baskets. At the end of the quarter, Brett's three-point play was still the difference as the Wildcats led 11–8.

Early in the second quarter, Brett and Will sat on the bench, gulping water and watching the Wildcats reserves play. "Hey," Brett said, "when we go back in, let's try that same play where you set a pick for me, okay?" His friend nodded. "But if they move over to cover me," Brett added, "I'll flip it back to you for a quick jumper. You should be wide open." The two of them tapped fists and looked back at the court.

The Panthers scored several quick baskets to grab the lead, 16–15. "Brett. Will," Coach Giminski said, snapping his fingers. "Get in there for Ellis and Robert."

Back in the game, Brett and Will worked their plan. Brett got the ball on the left wing and Will set a pick near the foul line. Just like before, Brett drove hard around Will, who blocked the defender. But this time, other defenders were ready and tried to cut off Brett's path to the basket. Brett leaped in the air, spun, and flipped a pass back to Will, who shot a picture-perfect jump shot.

Swish!

"Yes!" Brett shouted.

Two more baskets by Brett, one on a jump shot and another on a drive to the basket, helped the Wildcats hold on to a slim 21–20 lead at halftime.

"Hey, let me see the scorebook," Brett said to Brooke as he walked by the bench.

His sister pulled the scorebook back. "You think too much about your stats," she said. "Get the win, then you can see it."

"Come on," Brett said. "I just want to see how I'm doing."

"You're doing fine," Brooke said.

The second half remained tight as the Wildcats and the Panthers played hard. Neither team was able to build much of a lead. With three minutes to go, the score was tied, 38–38.

The Wildcats had the ball. We need a basket, Brett thought as he ran downcourt. He spotted Will running down the other side. Brett caught his friend's eye, gave him a quick nod, and the two forwards crossed underneath the basket, trading places on the court.

Garrett passed the ball to Brett on the right wing. Brett faked a shot and drove toward the basket. The Panthers defense angled him away from the basket, so Brett whipped a pass over to Will. Standing in his favorite spot just beyond the three-point arc, Will lofted a long, arching shot. Swish!


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Hardcourt Comeback by Fred Bowen. Copyright © 2010 Fred Bowen. Excerpted by permission of Peachtree.
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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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