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The Contract

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by Derek Jeter

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The debut book in the Jeter Publishing imprint, The Contract is a middle grade baseball novel inspired by the youth of legendary sports icon and role model Derek Jeter.

As a young boy, Derek Jeter dreams of being the shortstop for the New York Yankees. He even imagines himself in the World Series. So when Derek is chosen for the Little League Tigers, he


The debut book in the Jeter Publishing imprint, The Contract is a middle grade baseball novel inspired by the youth of legendary sports icon and role model Derek Jeter.

As a young boy, Derek Jeter dreams of being the shortstop for the New York Yankees. He even imagines himself in the World Series. So when Derek is chosen for the Little League Tigers, he hopes to play shortstop. But on the day of the assignments, Derek Starts at second base. Still, he tries his best while he wishes and dreams of that shortstop spot. And to help him stay focused on school, his parents make him a contract: keep up the grades or no baseball. Derek makes sure he always plays his best game—on and off the baseball field!

Derek Jeter has played Major League Baseball for the New York Yankees for twenty seasons and is a five-time World Series Champion. He is a true legend in professional sports and a role model for young people both on the field and through his Turn 2 Foundation.

Inspired by Derek Jeter’s childhood, The Contract is the first book in Derek Jeter’s middle grade baseball series, an important part of the Jeter Publishing program, which will encompass adult nonfiction titles, children’s picture books, middle grade fiction, Ready-to-Read children’s books, and children’s nonfiction. For more about Jeter Publishing visit JeterPublishing.com.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Eight-year-old Derek Jeter has a lofty dream: to play shortstop for the New York Yankees. While his friends and even his teacher belittle his goal, Derek’s parents’ mantra is “you can do anything you want in life, if you work hard enough and stick with it.” They put together a contract for Derek—its rules include “Respect Others,” “Respect Yourself,” and “Work Hard”—which is predictably tested when Derek is assigned to a Little League coach who favors his own son to the detriment of the team. There’s a noble message in this series opener and first title from star shortstop Jeter’s publishing imprint, but it’s delivered too cleanly. Derek is a picture-perfect kid (with picture-perfect parents), a third grader who constantly takes the moral high road and reasons things like, “He knew his dad was only trying to teach him a valuable lesson.” Knowing the (real-life) outcome of Jeter’s story helps offset the book’s lesson-in-disguise qualities, but it may be hard for readers to find common ground with a character who always makes the right decisions. Ages 8–12. (Sept.)
September 1, 2014 - Booklist
In the debut novel from Jeter’s post-retirement venture, Jeter Publishing, third-grader Derek dreams of a career playing shortstop for the New York Yankees. His parents even have him sign a contract—the first of many—stipulating expectations for his schoolwork, good sportsmanship, self-respect, and so on, with rewards if he succeeds. No multimillion-dollar contracts just yet! He will have to settle for dinner at his favorite restaurant. But when his grades start to suffer and he ends up stuck at second base on a losing Little League team, Derek begins to doubt if his dream will ever become a reality. At times, Derek’s rosy homelife and relentless positivity can be a little grating, especially considering the autobiographical nature of the book. Still, the ball game scenes are particularly well done. Jeter is adept at adding nuance to team dynamics; for example, the coach’s son continually receives undeserved accolades. With an automatic audience for this book, libraries would be hard-pressed not to have a copy on the shelf.
School Library Journal
Gr 4–8—This first book in Jeter's middle grade baseball series offers an inspirational, fictionalized account of Derek's third grade year when his dream of a baseball career meets the realities of schoolwork and Little League competition. To help Derek achieve his career dream (playing shortstop for the New York Yankees), his parents draw up a "contract" of positive expectations, values, and rewards that the boy signs. Selected to play on Kalamazoo's Little League Tigers, Derek is disappointed when the coach's son is given the shortstop position. Derek's parents and the contract help him channel his frustration into team play, hard work, and excellence as a second baseman. When his math grades dip, he recognizes the need to improve and gets extra help. Derek's determination, positive attitude toward others, and exceptional athletic talent ensure his success. His parents are a remarkable reservoir of wisdom, guidance, and support: defending his baseball dream to a doubtful teacher, suggesting a positive spin on racial slurs directed at their biracial son; and, arranging Derek's reward of seeing a Yankees game. Factual biographical information and real relationships are smoothly blended with fiction. Engaging descriptions of young Derek's aspirations and vulnerability, vivid Little League baseball action, and realistic peer and coach conflicts will resonate with middle grade fans. This purposeful, celebrity-authored book focuses on the first of Jeter's 10 Life Lessons, "set your goals high."—Gerry Larson, formerly at Durham School of the Arts, NC
Kirkus Reviews
For his eponymous imprint, the New York Yankees star leads off with a self-referential tale of Little League triumphs. In the first of a projected 10 episodes based on the same number of "Life Lessons" espoused by the lead author's Turn 2 Foundation, third-grader Derek turns in an essay announcing that his dream is to play shortstop for the New York Yankees (No. 1 on the Turn 2 list: "Set your goals high"). His parents take him seriously enough not only to present him with a "contract" that promises rewards for behaviors like working hard and avoiding alcohol and drugs, but also to put a flea in the ear of his teacher after she gives him a B-minus on the essay for being unrealistic. Derek then goes on to pull up his math grade. He also proceeds to pull off brilliant plays for his new Little League team despite finding himself stuck at second base while the coach's son makes multiple bad decisions at shortstop and, worse, publicly puts down other team members. Jeter serves as his own best example of the chosen theme's theoretical validity, but as he never acknowledges that making the majors (in any sport) requires uncommon physical talent as well as ambition and determination, this values-driven pitch is well out of the strike zone. Plenty of baseball action, but the paint-by-numbers plot is just a vehicle for equally standard-issue advice. (foundation ad and curriculum guide, not seen). (Fiction. 7-9)

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Simon & Schuster/Paula Wiseman Books
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Jeter Publishing Series
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6.10(w) x 9.10(h) x 0.90(d)
770L (what's this?)
Age Range:
8 - 12 Years

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The Contract

  • Chapter One


    “Jeter, the rookie from Kalamazoo, takes a lead off second after his double. . . . There’s a line single to right, Jeter comes around third, he’s racing for the plate. . . . Here’s the throw. . . . Derek Jeter slides under the tag and he is . . . SAFE! The Yankees win the World Series! Holy Cow! Derek Jeter, the kid who came out of nowhere, has helped the Bombers return to glory! Listen to that crowd roaring his name . . . Der-ek . . . Je-ter!”

    “Derek! Derek Jeter! Are you with us?”

    Derek’s third-grade teacher, Ms. Wagner, was staring down at him, frowning. Behind her the whole class erupted in laughter. Derek woke from his daydream into an instant nightmare. He sat up straight and said, “I was listening, Ms. Wagner! I really was!”

    “Well, then maybe you can repeat what I said—for anyone in the class who wasn’t listening.”

    Yikes! He was really stuck now. What was he going to say? The awful truth was that his mind had been miles away—at Yankee Stadium for the Fall Classic, not here in Room 212 of Saint Augustine Elementary School in the middle of April.

    Ms. Wagner’s frown curled into a smile. Before Derek embarrassed himself any further, she added, “Never mind. This is an important assignment, class. So let me repeat it again, just so everyone gets it. Tonight’s homework is a two-page essay entitled ‘My Dreams for the Future.’”

    A wave of giggling came from somewhere behind the teacher. For some reason a few of the students thought the topic was hilarious.

    Ms. Wagner’s smile morphed back into a frown. “I want you all to take this seriously, now. You have the whole weekend to think about it. Don’t just write something silly—that you want to grow up to be Luke Skywalker or Tina Turner. I want to know your real dreams, the ones you could actually make come true.”

    “Ooo! Ooo!” Jamali Winston said, raising her hand and waving it frantically.

    “Yes, Jamali?”

    “What if we’re not sure what we want to be?”

    “You don’t have to be sure about anything. This essay is your chance to think about your future and come up with some goals.”

    Derek wrote down the assignment, smiling. This was going to be easy! He knew what he wanted to be—a big-league baseball player. He’d wanted to be one ever since he was . . . well, even before he could remember.

    The bell rang. Derek grabbed his things and stuffed them into his book bag. He threw on his coat. It was still pretty wintry in Kalamazoo, Michigan—which was not unusual for mid-April. Piles of leftover dirty snow were still on the ground from a blizzard they’d had two weeks before. And more snow showers were expected for tomorrow.

    Derek sure hoped it got warmer soon, because Little League season was about to start. He sped down the hall toward the exit doors, dodging slower kids like he was running back a kickoff.

    “Hey, Derek!” came a familiar voice from behind him. “Where are you running to?”

    Derek turned and smiled. “Hey, Vijay. How’s it going?” The two boys high-fived.

    “Excellent, as always. Little League next week! You ready for some baseball?”

    Vijay Patel had started playing ball with Derek and the other kids as soon as his family had moved into Mount Royal Townhouses. Vijay’s parents were from India. They both loved cricket, but because Vijay had grown up here in the United States, he had become a big baseball fan.

    The only problem was, he wasn’t exactly a natural athlete. At first he hadn’t been able to figure out which leg went forward when you threw the ball. Derek had helped him straighten that part out at least. From then on, Vijay had been his devoted friend, and Derek took pride in Vijay’s improvement. On the night of the Little League tryouts in February, Derek had even given Vijay one of his Yankees sweatshirts so he wouldn’t look so out of place—Vijay was wearing a jack-o’-lantern sweatshirt at the time.

    “I sure hope we’re on the same team,” he told Derek as they got outside.

    “Yeah, me too,” Derek said, giving Vijay a pat on the shoulder. He meant it too. It was fun to have your friends on your team. But even more importantly, he wanted to be on a really good team for a change, a team that had kids with baseball talent.

    Derek’s last two teams hadn’t done well at all. He had memorized all the ugly numbers. His Giants had finished 2–10 two years back. The following year his Indians had been only slightly better, at 3–9. He hadn’t liked watching other teams celebrate at his team’s expense, or the razzing he had gotten the next day at school.

    The two boys walked back to Mount Royal Townhouses. It was a gigantic housing development with garden apartments, row houses, and a few taller apartment buildings. There were parking lots all around—lots of cement, and only a few green patches of grass and trees here and there. In fact, if it hadn’t been for “The Hill,” there would have been no large area of grass at all—no place to play baseball.

    The Hill was really just a gradual slope, so it was possible to play there. But it was still far from ideal. Home plate was at the bottom of the slope, so Derek and his friends were always hitting and running uphill. Sometimes the outfielders tripped racing down the hill to make a catch, and wound up doing somersaults, or worse, scraping their knees.

    They had to dodge trees, too! There were two trees in the outfield, and they often got in the way. But Derek didn’t care. Any game of baseball was better than no game at all. His love of the game had inspired the rest of the players too.

    Derek had been the ringleader of this bunch of ball-playing maniacs ever since his family had moved to Mount Royal. The kids had started calling it “Derek Jeter’s Hill” in his honor—he practically lived there.

    Every day, even in cold or rain, he’d be out there tossing a ball into the air by himself, until one of the other kids saw him through their window, grabbed a glove, and came out to join him. Two kids could play a pretend game on the hill, complete with radio announcing by Derek and whoever else was playing. If there were three kids, it made it even better.

    With four or more kids they could actually play a real game—bending the rules, of course, but still, an actual game, with winners and losers and genuine thrills and chills. The games were often between the Tigers, the favorite team of most of the kids, and the Yankees, Derek’s idols. Jack Morris versus Dave Winfield, Kirk Gibson versus Ron Guidry.

    “Want to play some ball?” Vijay asked Derek as they came to the bottom of the hill. From here they had to go opposite ways.

    “Gotta write my essay first,” Derek said.

    “You’ve got all weekend to do that!”

    “Not me. I’ve got to finish all my homework before I get to do anything else,” Derek said.

    Vijay already knew that those were the rules in the Jeter house, but he shook his head, still unable to figure it out. “Okay. Whatever, I guess. See you later, then. If you finish before dark, that is.”

    “I’ll be there,” Derek promised. He already knew what he was going to write. At least, he thought he did.

    • • •

    “When I grow up,” the essay began, “I want to be a big-league baseball player.” Derek read it over silently. He nodded, satisfied.

    A good first sentence, plain and simple and true. But that was it. That was all he had! What else was there to say about his life’s biggest dream?

    As he sat there thinking about it, his gaze drifted to the pin-striped Yankees uniform pinned to the wall. The back of the uniform was facing him. It had the number 31—just the number, not the last name of the player who wore it: Winfield. Dave Winfield. That was one of the great things about the Yankees. They didn’t have names on the backs of their home uniforms because it was about the team, not the individual. For a minute Derek wondered what number he would wear if he were a Yankee. So many of them were already retired: 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 15, 16 . . . Not much to choose from.

    Derek was suddenly struck by a flash of genius. He wrote: “I want to play for the New York Yankees.”

    There. He read the essay over again, all two sentences of it, and decided it was just about perfect. In fact, it was even better, because now he had made it more specific.

    What else could he add? Staring at the mostly empty page, he realized he had to fill it all with words—and another page besides. I’m going to have to get even more specific, he told himself.

    His gaze wandered away again and found the big poster of Dave Winfield launching a long ball at Yankee Stadium.

    Derek picked up his pencil. “I want to be the star of the Yankees of tomorrow, just like Dave Winfield is the star of the Yankees today.”

    Derek scrunched up his face. He knew something was missing. “Except I don’t want to play in the outfield like Dave Winfield. I want to be the shortstop instead.” After another moment he inserted the word “starting” before “shortstop.” If you’re going to dream, you might as well dream big.

    He continued writing, feeling inspired now. “I want to be like Dave Winfield, because he is a great athlete at many sports. He could have been a star in professional football or basketball, but he chose baseball instead. Baseball is my favorite sport too, even though I also play basketball and soccer.”

    He paused again. One page was almost completely full of writing. The empty second page did not scare him now. He knew he could fill it easily, by writing lots of facts about Dave Winfield and how great he was, and how Derek wanted to be just like him.

    He read over what he’d written so far, and sat there, smiling. It wasn’t like there was anything new about what he’d written. He’d had all those thoughts before. But somehow, there was magic in writing them down. Reading it now, he could see that he had put his life’s dream into words and crystallized it so it was as clear as the blue sky outside.

    He remembered Ms. Wagner’s sly little smile as she’d handed out the assignment. Derek realized that this must be exactly what she’d been after! She wanted all the kids to think about their future—so that they would realize how important it was to pay more attention in class, and not talk or daydream so much . . . like he did.

    When he finished the paper, he saw that there was still daylight, so he grabbed his mitt with the rubber band around it and the ball inside, and stuck a bat under his arm as he headed downstairs.

    “Hi, Dad!” he called to his father as he crossed the living room.

    His dad looked up from the term paper he was grading, peered at Derek over the top of his glasses, and said, “Did you finish all your homework?”

    “Uh-huh. Two-page essay.”

    “Two pages, huh? And you finished it so fast?”

    “Yeah. It was easy!”

    Mr. Jeter’s eyebrows arched in surprise. “Hmm. Well, I’ll be glad to hear more about it later.”

    He turned back to his paper, and Derek headed out into the brisk late afternoon, toward the hill that was named after him. Just think what else they would name after him, he thought, once he was the starting shortstop for the New York Yankees!

    Derek found himself in another daydream. There he was, in a real Yankees uniform, coming out of the dugout onto the big, beautiful diamond in the Bronx, hearing the fans cheer his name as he jogged out to short. . . .

    It was a bit of a letdown to arrive at the rock they used as home plate, and to find Vijay and Jeff Jacobson waiting for him, instead of Dave Winfield and Willie Randolph.

    “Hey, Derek!” Jeff said, high-fiving him. “Where you been?”

    “Doing his homework, I told you,” Vijay said, nudging Jeff. “You finished it fast, huh?”

    “That’s me,” Derek joked. “The Flash.”

    “I’m gonna do mine Sunday night,” Jeff said, waving the assignment away as if it were a mosquito. “I’m just gonna write about being a lawyer. My dad’s one, and so’s my mom, so . . .”

    “A lawyer, huh?” Derek said. “That’s cool. You’ll look good in a suit and tie.”

    “Yeah, I’m gonna sue all kinds of people who annoy me. Like you guys.”

    That cracked them all up. Jeff had a wicked sense of humor.

    “I would have written about being a doctor someday, and curing kids with cancer,” said Vijay. “But luckily I’m not in your class, so I don’t have to.”

    “Too bad,” Derek said. “That would have been a good essay.”

    “What did you say you wanted to be, Derek?” Jeff prodded.

    “What do you think?” Derek said. “A professional baseball player.”

    Jeff snorted. “Ooo-kay . . .”

    “Starting shortstop for the Yankees, in fact,” Derek added, to make sure Jeff understood he’d really thought it out in detail.

    “Ms. Wagner’s not going to love that,” Jeff said, cocking his head to one side.

    Suddenly Derek felt nervous. “Why not?”

    “Come on,” Jeff said, snorting again. “Shortstop for the Yankees? Didn’t you hear her say she wanted us to be realistic?”

    “Why is that not realistic?” Vijay blurted out, before Derek could even react. “He’s a good ballplayer, so why not?”

    “Are you kidding?” Jeff said, laughing. “Give me a break. I mean, get real!”

    Derek felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. Vijay put a hand on his shoulder and said, “You can so do it, Derek. Never mind what this fool here says.” Turning to Jeff, he added, “Why do you say stupid things that only make people feel bad?”

    Jeff made a face. “Oops! Sorry. Just sayin’.” He shrugged, then seemed to remember something important. “Hey, by the way, speaking of the Yankees—I’m on the team!”

    “Huh?” Vijay and Derek both said at once.

    “Little League? Hello, didn’t you guys get your notices in the mail?”

    “Yeah,” Vijay said. “I’m on the Tigers. That’s good, huh? India? Bengal Tigers? Get it?”

    Derek laughed, thinking what a great friend Vijay was. Somehow he’d helped Derek go from feeling lousy to laughing in about thirty seconds. And along the way, he’d stood up for Derek the way Derek had stood up for him.

    “How ’bout you?” Jeff asked Derek. “What team are you on?”

    Now it was Derek’s turn to shrug. “I didn’t get anything in the mail today. . . .”

    “Uh-oh,” Jeff said. “Sure hope they didn’t forget all about you, dude. That would really stink, not being able to play.” Seeing that Derek looked worried, he quickly added, “No, just kidding. You were one of the best kids at the tryouts. I’m sure the letter’ll be in your mailbox tomorrow.”

    “I sure hope so.”

    “It will be!” Vijay proclaimed. “For sure, for sure! I hope you’re on the Tigers too, Derek. That would be so cool!”

    “Uh . . . yeah!” Derek said, still worried about not getting his notice in the mail. “Yeah, really cool. Hey, let’s play some ball before it gets dark, huh?”

    He started running up the hill, his heart racing and his gut churning. He couldn’t wait for Jeff to hit him a ball so he could get his mind off all the troubling thoughts that were swirling in his brain.

  • Meet the Author

    Derek Jeter is a fourteen-time All-Star and five-time World Series winner who has played for one team—the storied New York Yankees—for all twenty seasons of his major league career. His grace and class on and off the field have made him an icon and role model far beyond the world of baseball.

    Paul Mantell is the author of more than 100 books for young readers, including books in the Hardy Boys and Matt Christopher series.

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    The Contract 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
    bookchickdi More than 1 year ago
    Baseball fans across the country have been watching with interest and sadness as New York Yankees captain and baseball icon Derek Jeter is playing out his last year in baseball. Many people wonder what he will do next, and his answer is : become a publisher. Jeter has his own publishing imprint with Simon &amp; Schuster, where he will publish books by authors he finds have an something interesting to say. The first book under the Jeter Publishing imprint is for children ages 8-12 titled The Contract. Jeter wrote it with Paul Mantell, and it is based on his own life as a Little Leaguer. Young Derek Jeter, called 'old man' by his mom because he went to school in a suit and carrying a briefcase, is a talented baseball player and a serious student. When his classroom teacher assigns the students an essay describing their realistic future dreams, Derek really wants to write that his future plans include playing shortstop for the New York Yankees. He discusses this with his parents, who encourage him to realize how difficult it will be, but with his excellent work ethic and determination and practice, he can do just that. Derek signs up for Little League and ends up playing on a team with his best friend Vijay. He wants to play shortstop, but the coach's son is the star shortstop with a bad attitude. Much of the book describes in detail many of the Little League games, and children who love baseball will so enjoy the thrilling play-by-play. But this book is also one parents should read to or with their children. Derek would not be the great player he is today were it not for his parents. They created a contract for Derek, detailing what he needs to do to set himself on a path to achieving his dream. The items include respecting himself and others, doing his chores, being a good role model for his younger sister, maintaining good grades and the number one rule is family comes first. The Contract not only teaches children how to be responsible, it can help parents with their own parenting skills. The Jeters are good role models for their two children, and hold them both to high standards, knowing that it is the key to raising good citizens. I liked how important school is to Derek, how he works as hard at school as he does at baseball. And Derek is not a perfect child here; he gets frustrated and angry, but when he makes a mistake, he tries to be better. The final scene is a sweet one, with Derek playing catch with his grandma, with whom he and his sister spend their summers. They clearly have a loving relationship, as many young children do. I highly recommend The Contract for both children who like baseball, as well as their parents. It would make a wonderful gift for the young baseball fan in your life, and it would be a terrific addition to your child's school library.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    As a former teacher, I think this is an excellent book for children. I have purchased several to give as gifts.
    momofno1awesomeboy More than 1 year ago
    My son loves Derek Jeter. When he started reading this book his comment was "this is addicting". Derek is a perfect role model. Can't wait for Derek to write another book!!!!!
    MomlovesBebe More than 1 year ago
    Loved this book got it Monday, and finished it last night. I love Derek Jeter even more now, I wish at the end we would read that Derek is still friends with Vijay. Great book just gave to my grandson to read last night, first chapter down, he too is a Jeter fan. Can't wait to get the next one and the one after this.
    MomOf2GreatBoys More than 1 year ago
    I bought this book for my 8-year-old son for Christmas, and he LOVES it! We read a chapter every night, and he's so excited when it's time to read. Even my husband asks for updates on what is happening. We can't wait for the next book! We have two friends' birthdays coming up, and this will make a perfect gift!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Great books for kids my age (11-13)
    AAMPB More than 1 year ago
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This is my most favorite books o all time and its wrote by one of the best baseball icons. It really shows how to be a leader on and off the feild.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    My son has read this book numerous times. Big hit!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I loved this book!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    My son, a huge baseball fan, absolutely loved this book!
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    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Although I am a Mets fan, this was a very sad time for yankee fans. I show lots of re2pect to jeter. Read this book!!!!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I don't have this book but it looks very interesting and i am asking for it for my birthday! It looks like a great book. I read the first couple pages and I am hooked. As always GO DEREK JETER!!!!!!!!!