Perfect Game

Perfect Game

by Fred Bowen
     
 

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Isaac learns the true meaning of a perfect game when he volunteers with a team of developmentally disabled players

Isaac is determined to pitch a perfect game: no hits, no runs, no walks, and no errors. If he does, he’s sure to make the summer all-star team. But Isaac keeps losing his cool on the mound; he just can’t get his head back in the…  See more details below

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Isaac learns the true meaning of a perfect game when he volunteers with a team of developmentally disabled players

Isaac is determined to pitch a perfect game: no hits, no runs, no walks, and no errors. If he does, he’s sure to make the summer all-star team. But Isaac keeps losing his cool on the mound; he just can’t get his head back in the game. Then he meets a very interesting Unified Sports basketball player who gets him thinking in a different way about the whole idea of “perfect.” But will this help him be a better pitcher?

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Rosa Roberts
What is a perfect game? In this "Fred Bowen Sports Story" series, the main character Isaac is trying to attain the perfect game in baseball but in reality finds out the true definition of perfection on and off the baseball diamond. Throughout his quest to pitch the perfect game with no hits, no runs, and no errors, Isaac finds out there is an athlete in everyone. Along his quest for this perfect game, Isaac meets and bonds with Kevin, a participant in the Special Olympics Unified Sports Team. The engaging text with play by plays and with Isaac's innermost thoughts, trials, and lessons will resonate with any sports enthusiast. The book shows the gritty determination, compassion, and gratitude in doing what is most important in each of us. Reluctant readers will enjoy the fast pace and underlying themes in the book. This book series will be an asset to any personal or library collection. Reviewer: Rosa Roberts

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781480442986
Publisher:
Peachtree Publishers, Ltd.
Publication date:
08/20/2013
Series:
All-Star Sports Stories
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
159
Sales rank:
391,214
File size:
3 MB
Age Range:
7 - 12 Years

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Perfect Game


By Fred Bowen

Peachtree

Copyright © 2013 Fred Bowen
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4804-4298-6


CHAPTER 1

One hour to game time! Isaac Burnett thought as he ran upstairs to his bedroom. And I'm pitching!

He headed straight to his dresser and opened the top drawer. The rest of his room was a mess, but his baseball uniform—shirt, pants, and socks—lay neatly in the drawer, just the way he kept it between games.

Isaac began putting on his uniform the same way he did for every Giants game. First he pulled his baseball socks up to his knees, making sure the stripes along each side were straight. Next he pulled his white baseball pants over his socks and tugged at each pant leg so that it ended exactly halfway between his knee and his ankle.

Isaac then unfolded the special blue undershirt (the same blue as the letters that spelled out "Giants" on his game shirt) and pulled it over his head. He slipped his arms into his game shirt and buttoned it slowly, taking care to leave the top button unbuttoned. He didn't want it scratching his neck when he uncorked his best fastball.

He raced to his parents' bedroom and stood shoeless before the full-length mirror that hung on their closet door. He checked his uniform from every angle. He adjusted his right pant leg just a bit so that it was perfectly even with the left.

Now he was ready for his hat, which was right where he'd left it—on top of his dresser with the bill of the cap wrapped around a baseball and held snug with two rubber bands. He slipped off the bands, then put the baseball back onto the dresser.

Sweeping his hair back, Isaac placed the hat slowly and carefully on his head. Then he slid his right thumb and forefinger across the bill of the cap. It curved in a smooth, gentle arc, just the way he liked it. All of his other hats were battered and jumbled together in a basket downstairs, but he saved his Giants hat for game days.

All he needed now were his cleats. They sat cleaned and ready, along with Isaac's baseball glove, at the back door. His mother and father didn't allow cleats in the house.

Before he headed downstairs, he returned to his parents' bedroom and checked the mirror one last time. Everything was just the way he liked it.

The socks.

The pants.

The shirt.

And last but not least, the hat.

Isaac was ready to pitch. He stared unsmiling at himself in the mirror. "Eighteen outs," he said in a determined voice. "That's what I'm going to get today. No runs, no hits, no errors, no walks. Eighteen straight outs. A perfect game."

CHAPTER 2

Isaac turned toward the Giants catcher Alex Oquendo, crouched behind home plate. He saw Alex flash the one-finger signal and slide his glove slightly to his right. Fastball to the outside corner.

Isaac nodded and started his windup. He rocked back with his knee up high and then whipped the ball and his body forward with all his might. The ball flashed out of his hand and smacked into the catcher's glove. Alex never moved a muscle.

"Strike three!" The umpire raised his right hand into a fist. "You're out."

A perfect pitch! Isaac punched the pocket of his glove and walked off the pitcher's mound to the cheers of the crowd. It was the bottom of the fourth, and Isaac had a perfect game going. No runs, no hits, no errors, no walks.

Isaac's father, Alan Burnett, was in the stands, cheering the loudest. "All right, Isaac!" he shouted through cupped hands. "Six more outs, buddy. Six more outs."

Mr. Park, the Giants coach, was shouting too. "All right, good inning! No runs, no hits, no errors." He glanced at the lineup posted on the dugout wall. "Let's get some more runs this inning. Max, Caden, and Ben are up. Everybody hits."

Isaac headed to the far end of the bench.

His teammates left him alone. They knew that some major league players considered it bad luck to talk to a pitcher when he had a no-hitter going.

He checked the scoreboard.

The Giants led the Royals 2–0. Isaac glanced over his shoulder to his father and mother in the stands. His dad gave him a quick thumbs-up.

Isaac stretched out his legs and thought back over the first four innings. Twelve Royals batters. Twelve outs. He was on a roll. This could be the day he pitched his perfect game.

Jackson Rhodes—the Giants third baseman—sat down on the bench. "You're throwing great," Jackson whispered, sliding a little closer. Isaac didn't mind him coming over. Jackson had been his best friend since kindergarten.

"Yeah," Isaac agreed. "I feel good. I got my best stuff today. Everything's working."

"Keep it up," Jackson said. "We'll get you some more runs."

"Don't sweat it," Isaac said. "We've got enough runs already."

Crack! Max Crosby, the Giants left fielder, smacked a liner into the gap and took off. He rounded first base and sprinted toward second, slipping his foot under the tag. Safe!

Isaac smiled and nodded while Jackson and the rest of the team jumped to their feet and cheered wildly.

"All right, Max!"

"That's the way to get things started!"

"Let's get some more hits!"

Jackson sat back down next to Isaac but kept his eyes on the game. "Come on, Caden. Be a hitter!"

Standing in the third-base coach's box, Coach Park touched the bill of his cap, swept his right hand down his left arm, and clapped his hands.

Isaac elbowed Jackson. "Coach wants Caden to bunt," he whispered.

His friend nodded. "With the way you're pitching, I guess he figures if we score one more run we're a cinch to win."

Max was ready to run. He had one foot on second base and the other stretched toward third. As the pitch came in, Caden squared around in the batter's box and held the bat level in front of him. The ball plunked against his bat and rolled slowly out toward third. Max took off. The Royals third baseman rushed in, grabbed the ball bare-handed, and threw to first for the easy out.

The Giants had a runner on third with one out. Ben Badillo, the Giants shortstop, stepped up to bat.

"Come on, Ben!" Jackson yelled from the bench. "Drive him home." Ben smacked a high hopper over the pitcher's mound and through the infield. Max raced toward home and crossed the plate with his hands held high. The Giants were ahead, 3–0!

A fly out and a strikeout later, the Giants ran out to the field and Isaac walked to the mound for the top of the fifth. Two innings to go. Six outs to get.

"We're up by three runs," Coach Park called out to his players as they took their positions on the field. "Just throw strikes, Isaac. No walks. Make them be hitters."

You mean make them be NO hitters, Isaac thought as he toed the pitching rubber. Six more outs. No way the Royals are going to wreck my perfect game.

Isaac started the inning fast, blazing three straight fastballs by the Royals cleanup hitter. One out, five more to go.

The Giants infielders cheered him on.

"Way to go, Isaac!"

"No batter, no batter!"

"One-two-three inning!"

The next Royals batter knocked a sharp grounder to Isaac's right. Isaac panicked but Jackson was ready. He gobbled up the grounder, steadied himself, and fired the ball to first base, nipping the runner by a step.

Out!

Isaac let out a deep breath and pointed to Jackson. "Great play."

Jackson smiled and held up two fingers. "Two outs," he called to the Giants out- fielders.

Isaac stared in at the hitter stepping into the batter's box. Okay, get this guy, Isaac told himself. Then it's the bottom of the order and a perfect game. No sweat.

On the third pitch, the Royals batter sent a slow bouncer spinning toward third base. Jackson charged hard, but the ball took a funny hop and bounced off the heel of his glove. Just like that, the runner was safe at first and Isaac's perfect game was gone.

"My error," Jackson said, tapping his chest and tossing the ball to Isaac. "You still got your no-hitter."

Coach Park clapped his hands and shouted, "Shake it off, Jackson! Tough hop. Remember, we have a force play at second base. Get the easy out."

Isaac tried to concentrate, but he kept thinking about the bad-hop error. He was pitching great. He had a perfect game going and Jackson blew it.

Four pitches later, another Royals batter was on base with a walk. Isaac paced around the mound to calm himself down.

"Come on, Isaac!" his father shouted. "Throw strikes!"

Isaac got back into position and took a deep breath. He toed the pitching rubber and fired. But the moment the ball left his hand, he knew he was in trouble again. A belt- high fastball across the heart of the plate. An easy pitch to hit.

Crack!

Isaac froze as he watched the line drive go deep into center field and the Royals runner on second speeding toward home. Jared Jankowski fielded the ball cleanly, but his throw skipped by the catcher and smacked against the backstop.

"Come on, Isaac!" Coach Park shouted, pointing behind home plate where Isaac should have been. "Back Alex up. Get your head in the game!"

But Isaac couldn't get back into his pitching groove. After his next two pitches sailed wide, the Giants infielders traded worried glances. But they kept the patter going, trying to pump him up.

"Come on, Isaac, one more out!"

"No batter. No batter."

"Bear down! Nothing but strikes."

Isaac reared back and threw the next fastball with all his strength.

Crack!

Isaac turned quickly. He saw Jared racing back for the ball rocketing to left center field. It almost got away, but Jared leaped high and snagged it for the final out of the inning. Isaac blew out the big breath he had been holding in.

Coach Park pulled Isaac aside as he entered the dugout. "I'm going to have Liam pinch-hit for you and bring in Charlie to pitch the last inning."

Isaac nodded silently. He didn't want to pitch anyway, now that his perfect game was gone.

"Good job," Coach said as he patted Isaac on the shoulder. "You just let things get away from you a little bit in the last inning. But you gave us a chance to win. That's what a good starting pitcher is supposed to do."

Isaac put on his jacket and slumped down on the end of the bench. The spring afternoon felt colder now that he was out of the game.

Jackson came over and stood in front of Isaac. "Sorry about the error," he said. "I should've had it. The ball took a weird hop."

"Yeah," Isaac said, barely looking up. "You should've had it."

"Hey, lighten up. We'll get you the win," Jackson said, turning away. "In case you haven't noticed, we're still ahead."

Isaac sat still and silent. He hardly noticed his teammates cheering and banging their hands against the dugout screen, or the four-run rally that put the Giants safely ahead, 7–1.

Isaac wasn't thinking about the Giants hits, runs, or even their win. He was thinking about the one bad-hop error and the perfect game that had slipped away.

CHAPTER 3

Clear the table, please," Isaac's mother said. "I've got to make a quick phone call."

"No worries," Isaac said. He began collecting the dishes from the small dining room table.

Isaac's father looked outside. The rays of the early evening sun slanted past the houses in the neighborhood. "We've still got a little sunlight left," he said. "You want to practice your throwing?"

"Sure," Isaac said as he started out of the room.

"Whoa, not so fast. You have to finish clearing the table first." Mr. Burnett grabbed the three water glasses and carried them to the sink. "Come on, I'll help."

Isaac and his dad talked baseball as they loaded the dishwasher.

"So when's your next game?"

"Saturday."

"Who are you playing?"

"The Yankees."

"You going to pitch?"

Isaac shook his head. "I already pitched five innings this week, so Coach Park's going to start Charlie Anderson. But I might pitch an inning in relief."

"Wow, you guys are fast workers," said Isaac's mom as she came back into the kitchen. "Talking baseball again?" She grabbed a glass and got some water from the refrigerator.

"Yeah," said Isaac. "I was telling Dad about our next game."

"What's your record?" she asked.

"I'm 3–0," Isaac answered, thinking of his three pitching wins.

"I meant the team's record."

"Oh." Isaac paused and thought for a moment. "I think it's 5–2. Let me check." The Giants schedule was stuck to the refrigerator door with a round magnet shaped like a baseball. Isaac had marked the score on the schedule after each game.

"No, we're 5–3."

"If you keep pitching the way you have been," Mr. Burnett said with a smile, "you'll be a shoo-in for the Thunderbolts."

"Who are the Thunderbolts?" his mom asked.

"They're the league's summer all-star team and—," his dad began.

Isaac interrupted, barely able to contain his excitement. "The T-bolts have all the best kids from the Junior League, Mom! They play in tournaments during the summer. It would be so cool to make the team."

"It does sound cool."

"And he's got a good chance of making it," Isaac's dad said. "But right now we need to hurry up and get outside. We don't have much time to throw."

Isaac and his dad grabbed their gloves from the corner basket and hurried out, letting the screen door slap shut behind them. Without a word, they jogged out to their familiar spots: two worn patches of dirt 52 feet apart—the standard pitching distance for Junior League games. Mr. Burnett used his foot to sweep away some dirt from the hard rubber home plate he had placed there years ago. On the other bare patch, Isaac windmilled his right arm to loosen up his shoulder.

"Let's warm up with a quick game of catch," Isaac's dad suggested.

"Okay."

The baseball flew back and forth between Isaac and his father. The only sounds were the whoosh of the ball through the air and the smack of it hitting the leather gloves. Mr. Burnett finally interrupted the steady whoosh-smack rhythm and said, "Okay, let's throw some real pitches now."

"Sure!" Isaac said. He always wanted to pitch.

His dad crouched behind home plate. Isaac went into his windup, lifted his knee, and drove hard toward the plate. The ball thwacked dead center in his father's mitt.

Isaac threw a steady stream of fastballs, and his father sent back a steady stream of suggestions.

"Don't lift your leg up too high, you'll lose your balance. Remember: push off the rubber every time. Your power comes from your legs, not just your arm. Keep your eye on the target."

Isaac's dad looked up at the fading light. "Do you want to pitch to a few batters before we have to go in?"

"Sure," Isaac answered. "You want to do signals?"

"Yeah, one finger for a fastball and I'll wiggle all four for a changeup." Isaac's dad stood up, punched a quick fist into his catcher's mitt, and repositioned himself behind the plate. "All right, first batter. Let's say he's a righty." He flashed one finger and set up on the inside part of the plate.

Isaac sizzled a fastball right into his father's glove.

"Strike one!"

Mr. Burnett shifted slightly, and this time he set up on the outside corner of the plate. He flashed one finger.

Isaac nodded. Keeping his eyes on the target, he let go another blazing fastball.

"Strike two!" his dad called, smiling. "No balls, two strikes. How about a changeup? Keep it low and away. Maybe he'll swing at it."

Isaac moved the ball back in his grip and slid a third finger across the seams. After all his practicing, he had an awesome changeup. He threw it just as hard as his fastball, but it sailed slow and fell away at the end. Batters would swing too soon and miss the ball by a mile.

"Good pitch!" His father was beaming. "A lot of kids will swing at a changeup when you have two strikes on them." He threw the ball back to Isaac. "But let's say the batter held back and didn't swing. The count's one ball, two strikes." He flashed one finger. "Fastball. Let's finish him with this pitch."

Isaac's fastball rocketed toward the plate's outside edge. Isaac's father shifted his glove slightly and snapped the ball out of the air.

"Ball two!" he shouted.

"What?" Isaac exploded. "That was right on the outside corner!"

"I had to move my glove," his father replied with a shake of his head.

Isaac stomped his foot on the dirt. "You only moved it a couple of inches," he argued. "It was still a strike!"


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Perfect Game by Fred Bowen. Copyright © 2013 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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