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Mason Dixon: Basketball Disasters [NOOK Book]

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Here's the third entry in Claudia Mills' charming middle-grade series. Mason Dixon survived the school choir. He survived adopting his now-beloved dog named, uh, Dog. But now he faces his biggest challenge yet: joining the local basketball team. Not by choice, of course. Not only do his parents encourage it, but his dad even volunteers to be his coach. Now, with his best pal Brody and a team of misfits even worse at basketball than him (if that's possible), Mason must try to rally to beat his arch-rival, the ...
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Overview

Here's the third entry in Claudia Mills' charming middle-grade series. Mason Dixon survived the school choir. He survived adopting his now-beloved dog named, uh, Dog. But now he faces his biggest challenge yet: joining the local basketball team. Not by choice, of course. Not only do his parents encourage it, but his dad even volunteers to be his coach. Now, with his best pal Brody and a team of misfits even worse at basketball than him (if that's possible), Mason must try to rally to beat his arch-rival, the school bully Dunk. Just another day-in-the-life of a disaster-prone fourth grader.

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Editorial Reviews

Kirkus Reviews
Fourth grader Mason Dixon, in his third series outing, earnestly stumbles from one potential disaster to another, many involving his total basketball ineptitude. First, best friend Brody convinces him to join a basketball team at the Y, fine for athletic and scrappy Brody but not so great for the more clumsy, "I'm not what you would call a sports person" Mason. Then his father becomes the coach of the team--a situation rife with unlimited embarrassment potential. The class bully, the very athletic Dunk, joins another Y team, meaning they'll have to play against each other. And finally, a lady who hates dogs moves in right next door, and Mason and Brody have to deal with her constant vigilance as she tries to catch them letting three-legged Dog into her yard. Mason encounters believable situations enhanced by a fast-paced third-person narration that effectively captures his grade-school perspective. Non-athletic kids will recognize his concerns and fully sympathize with his plight. Other characters are sufficiently sketched to add a little depth. If most of the numerous, rather superficial issues are resolved ever-so-readily, and just the way readers would wish, well, who doesn't love a happy ending? Altogether, this is an amusing if undemanding account of the typical fourth-grade problems the athletically ungifted face as they make their way through school. (Fiction. 8-11)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375899607
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 1/10/2012
  • Series: Mason Dixon Series , #3
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 176
  • Sales rank: 702,242
  • Age range: 7 - 10 Years
  • Lexile: 820L (what's this?)
  • File size: 5 MB

Meet the Author

CLAUDIA MILLS is the author of over 40 books for young readers. She is terrible at all sports, especially basketball, as she is not tall, not very coordinated, and has no hustle. So instead she curls up with her cat, Snickers, on her couch at home in Boulder, Colorado, drinking hot chocolate and writing. Visit Claudia at claudiamillsauthor.com.

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On the Plainfield Elementary School playground, Mason Dixon watched from a safe distance as his best friend, Brody Baxter, aimed his basketball at the hoop.

At least Mason had thought it was a safe distance.

The ball struck the front of the rim and shot back directly toward Mason’s head.

“Watch out!” Brody shouted.

Mason watched, but didn’t exactly watch out. Instead, he stared with horrified fascination as the ball zoomed toward him. Then, a split second before it would have knocked him to the blacktop--“Fourth-Grade Boy Killed on Basketball Court”--he made a saving catch.

Mason’s golden retriever--named Dog, short for Dog of Greatness--gave an appreciative bark as Mason tossed the basketball back to Brody. Then Dog gave another appreciative bark as Brody caught it. Dog lived at Mason’s house, because Brody’s dad was desperately allergic to all furry pets, but both boys shared Dog and loved him equally.

“Hey, Mason,” Brody said, practically dancing as he dribbled in place beneath the hoop. “You’re good! You have quick reflexes!”

Well, yes, sometimes a person’s reflexes became surprisingly good when the person was facing impending death-by-basketball.

“Come on, Mason, shoot some with me. Dog, you can come and shoot some, too.”

Dog wagged his tail at the sound of his name. Besides, Dog loved playing with a ball, any ball. Despite having only three legs, Dog thought that retrieving balls, or sticks--or any tossed object--was life’s greatest joy.

This was one way in which Mason and Dog were different.

“Did I tell you I talked to my parents?” Brody asked. “I told them I want to try basketball at the YMCA for a season.”

Mason would have guessed this without Brody telling him anything. Of course, Brody would want to try basketball. Brody was interested in trying everything. He was finishing up a short soccer season right now; he’d play baseball in the spring. Why not play basketball, too?

That was one way in which Mason and Brody were different.

It was almost evening, on a mid-October Friday, and the Plainfield Elementary playground was deserted, except for Mason, Brody, and Dog. Neither boy had a basketball hoop on his garage, so this was the perfect place for playing basketball.

If any place was a perfect place for playing basketball.

Mason edged slowly onto the court. Brody took a few more dribbles, and then shot again, and missed again.

“Get the rebound!” Brody called to Mason.

Mason managed to stumble after the ball and grab it before it rolled off into the long grass at the edge of the blacktop. He knew the basic idea of how to play basketball, from playing it for a few weeks each year in P.E., but he had never been good at it, or good at any sport, for that matter.

“Now shoot!”

Without bothering to take careful aim, Mason tossed the ball in the general direction of the hoop.

“You’re not even trying,” Brody scolded. He tossed the ball back to Mason.

This time Mason studied the distance to the hoop before releasing the ball. His eyes widened with disbelief as, without even grazing the rim, the ball sailed neatly through the hoop and into Brody’s waiting hands.

Brody cheered. Mason continued to stare at the hoop.

“Besides, you’re tall,” Brody said as he hugged the ball to his chest. “You’d be good at basketball because you’re tall.”

People often said that to Mason, that he’d be good at basketball because he was tall. They seemed to be forgetting that basketball involved a few other things besides height, such as skill in shooting, passing, dribbling, and guarding. Little things like that.

“I know I’m short,” Brody said as he began dribbling the ball in slow circles around Mason, “but that can be an advantage in basketball.”

Mason didn’t say it, but he couldn’t help thinking: Then why are so many professional basketball players seven feet tall?

“A short guy can dart in and out, and the tall guys won’t even know what’s coming at them.”

Brody assumed a crouching position, as if to block an opponent’s shot.

“But you know the real reason why I’m going to be good at basketball?” Brody asked Mason.

Mason knew Brody wasn’t really bragging. Brody was just so in love with the idea of playing basketball for the first time, and being good at it, great at it, that his enthusiasm bubbled out of him like happy steam from a singing teakettle.

“Why?” Mason asked, because Brody was clearly expecting him to.

“Because I have hustle,” Brody said. “I do. I have hustle.”

Something Mason decidedly didn’t have. And never would have.

“Look,” Brody said as he shot again. This time the ball teetered on the rim and then dropped in. “If you sign up for the team with me, then I’ll have a ride to all the practices and the games.”

“What about your parents? Why can’t they drive you?”

“They told me I’m already doing too many sports this year, and Cammie and Cara are playing basketball, too, and it’s their only sport this year, and so they get priority. That’s what they said.”

Mason let Brody bounce-pass the ball to him, and he took another shot. This time he felt a strange satisfaction in missing, as if his wide shot proved Brody wrong about Mason’s supposedly great potential as a tall player with quick reflexes.

“Um, Brody?” Mason apparently needed to remind him. “I’m not what you would call a sports person.”

“That’s like what you said when we got Dog, remember? That you weren’t a pet person? And now you love Dog.”

Mason tried to hide his scowl. He hated being reminded that he had agreed to adopt Dog a few months ago only because of Brody’s begging and pleading.

“And then you said you didn’t want to be in the Plainfield Platters, remember? You said you weren’t a singing person?”

The Platters were the fourth- and fifth-grade choir at Mason and Brody’s school. Mason had joined it this year, against his will, and he had to admit that it hadn’t been terrible so far. He and Brody had even sung a solo together at the last concert.

Brody went on. “Mason, I really think my parents mean it this time, that I have too many activities and they’re not going to drive me to this one.”

Mason cast about for another way Brody could get his rides. “Does Sheng want to play basketball? Or Julio? Or Alastair?”

Sheng was Brody’s second-best friend. Julio was Brody’s third-best friend. Alastair was Brody’s fourth-best friend.

Brody shook his head for each name. “Either they’re already on another team, or they don’t want to play basketball.”

“But I don’t want to play basketball, either!”

Somehow Mason had already lost the battle.

“Believe me,” Brody said happily, “this is going to be great!”

Mason sighed.
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    Good book, a little short, but overall a fun book to read.

    Good book, a little short, but overall a fun book to read.

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