Shoeless Joe and Me (Baseball Card Adventure Series)by Dan Gutman
Since Joe Stoshack first traveled back in time through a baseball card to meet Honus Wagner, he knew he had a special gift. So when sports card shop owner Flip tells Stosh all about his hero, Shoeless Joe Jackson about the scandal that destroyed the star player's career Stosh gets an idea. If he travels back in time with a 1919 baseball card in his hand, he just might be able to prevent the infamous Black Sox Scandal from ever taking place. And if he could do that, Shoeless Joe Jackson-one of the greatest players in the history of the game would finally take his place in the Baseball Hall of Fame, where he truly belongs.
But can Stosh prevent that tempting envelope full of gambling money from making its way to Shoeless Joe's hotel room before the big game?
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Shoeless Joe & Me
"I'll give you five bucks if you get a hit right now, Stoshack," our shortstop Greg Horwitz yelled to me. "I'm late for my soccer game."
I wiped my nose on my sleeve and knocked the dirt off my cleats. Yeah, I was going to get a hit. I could feel it in my bones. And we needed one pretty badly.
The guys on my team didn't call it "Little League" anymore. We were all thirteen now, and we were in the majors. That doesn't mean major-league quality or anything like that, but we could play the game.
In our league, you didn't see kids getting bonked on the head by easy pop-ups like you did when we were in the minors. You didn't see kids crying when they struck out. You didn't see kids standing around the outfield watching planes fly by. We came to play ball. By this time, the kids who couldn't hack it had switched to playing musical instruments or doing art or whatever kids do who don't play sports anymore.
I live in Louisville, Kentucky, which in case you don't know is just across the Ohio River from Indiana. The Kentucky Derby -- a famous horse race -- is held here each May. But since I'm a baseball fan, my favorite part of town is the Louisville Slugger Museum on West Main Street. They've got a baseball bat outside that's six stories high.
I wiped my nose again and looked over at Coach Tropiano standing in foul territory near third base. He clapped his hands together twice, then rubbed the palm of his right hand across the words "Flip's Fan Club" on his shirt. The swing away sign. Good. No way I want to be bunting at a time like this.
I wiped away some more snotand wished my nose would stop running. I was just getting over the flu, but I hadn't quite shaken it yet. My mom didn't want me to play until I was all better. But it was the play-offs! If I waited until I was all better, the season would be over.
"Five bucks, Stoshack," Horwitz hollered as I walked up to the plate.
"Give ya ten if ya strike out," the catcher cracked.
"And I will eject both of you young men from the game if you continue this line of discussion," warned the umpire, Mr. Kane, the science teacher at my school, who umpires some of our games in his spare time. The catcher and I looked at him, and then at each other. What a spoilsport! The guy has no sense of humor.
I got into the batter's box and dug my right cleat into the dirt five inches from the plate.
"C'mon, Joey," my mom shouted from the third-base bleachers. "Blast one outta here, baby!"
It had taken a long time, but I had finally taught my mom enough baseball chatter so she wouldn't make a fool of herself. Used to be, she would shout the lamest things when I came to bat. Stuff like, "Hit a touchdown!" Sometimes I would have to pretend I wasn't related to her.
I wiped more snot off my nose and glanced at the scoreboard. 5-5. The bases were loaded. One out. Bottom of the sixth. Last inning of a one-game play-off between us and Yampell Jewelers. Nothing like a little pressure to get a guy motivated.
If I could drive in Chase, our runner on third, we'd win the Louisville Little League Championship. If I couldn't, the game would end in a tie and we'd have to play Yampell again next Saturday.
The Little League officials are convinced that our thirteen-year-old bodies are too frail and fragile to play extra innings. Me, I could play all day.
The pitcher stared at me. I pumped my bat across the plate a few times to show him I meant business. Mentally, I counted the seven things that could happen that would get that winning run home.
1. I could get a hit and be the hero, of course. That would be my preference.
2. I could draw a walk and force the run in.
3. Somebody could make an error.
4. The pitcher could throw a wild pitch.
5. There could be a passed ball.
6. I could fly out to the outfield, and Chase could tag up and score.
7. I could ground out, and the runner on third would score on the play.
The pitcher looked nervous. I licked my lips.
"Let's go, Matthew!" somebody yelled from the first-base bleachers. "Strike this guy out."
"If you ever get a hit in your whole life," Chase yelled through cupped hands, "get one now!"
I blinked my eyes hard a few times in the hope that I wouldn't have to blink when the ball was coming toward the plate.
I really didn't want to have to play these guys again next Saturday. Half the guys on our team would be away at a soccer tournament in Lexington. They happened to be our best players. The soccer coach hates baseball and gets crazy if any of his players miss a soccer game to play baseball. But baseball is the only game I play. I really wanted to end the game now.
The pitcher went into his windup and reared back to throw. When the ball was about halfway to the plate, I suddenly realized there was another thing that could happen that would bring the runner on third home.
8. I could get hit by a pitch.
The ball was coming straight at my head.
I don't know if you've ever been in a situation like this, but there's no way to think rationally. You just let your instincts tell you what to do, like a wild animal trying to survive in the jungle.Shoeless Joe & Me. Copyright © by Dan Gutman. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Meet the Author
Dan Gutman is the New York Times bestselling author of the Genius Files series. He is also the author of the Baseball Card Adventure series, which has sold more than 1.5 million copies around the world, and the My Weird School series, which has sold more than 9 million copies.
Thanks to his many fans who voted in their classrooms, Dan has received nineteen state book awards and ninety-two state book award nominations. He lives in New York City with his wife, Nina. You can visit him online at www.dangutman.com.
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