Travel Team (Turtleback School & Library Binding Edition)by Mike Lupica
FOR USE IN SCHOOLS AND LIBRARIES ONLY. After he is cut from his travel basketball team, the very same team that his father once led to national prominence, twelve-year-old Danny Walker forms his own team of cast-offs that might have a shot at victory.
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- THIS EDITION IS INTENDED FOR USE IN SCHOOLS AND LIBRARIES ONLY
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- 8.50(w) x 5.50(h) x 1.00(d)
- Age Range:
- 9 - 12 Years
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He knew he was small.
He just didn't think he was small.
Danny had known his whole life how small he was compared to everybody in his grade, from the first grade on. How he had been put in the front row, front and center, of every class picture taken. Been in the front of every line marching into every school assembly, first one through the door. Sat in the front of every classroom. Hey, little man. Hey, little guy. He was used to it by now. They'd been studying DNA in science lately; being small was in his DNA. He'd show up for soccer, or Little League baseball tryouts, or basketball, when he'd first started going to basketball tryouts at the Y, and there'd always be one of those clipboard dads who didn't know him, or his mom.
Asking him: "Are you sure you're with the right group, little guy?"
Meaning the right age group.
It happened the first time when he was eight, back when he still had to put the ball up on his shoulder and give it a heave just to get it up to a ten-foot rim. When he'd already taught himself how to lean into the bigger kid guarding him, just because there was always a bigger kid guarding him, and then step back so he could get his dopey shot off. This was way back before he'd even tried any fancy stuff, including the crossover.
He just told the clipboard dad that he was eight, that he was little, that this was his right group, and could he have his number, please? When he told his mom about it later, she just smiled and said, "You know what you should hear when people start talking about your size? Blah blah blah."
He smiled back at her and said that he was pretty sure he would be able to remember that. "How did you play?" she said that day, when she couldn't wait any longer for him to tell.
"I did okay."
"I have a feeling you did more than that," she said, hugging him to her. "My streak of light."
Sometimes she'd tell him how small his dad had been when he was Danny's age. Sometimes not.
But here was the deal, when he added it all up: His height had always been much more of a stinking issue for other people, including his mom, than it was for him.
He tried not to sweat the small stuff, basically, the way grown-ups always told you. He knew he was faster than everybody else at St. Patrick's School. And at Springs School, for that matter. Nobody on either side of town could get in front of him. He was the best passer his age, even better than Ty Ross, who was better at everything in sports than just about anybody. He knew that when it was just kids-which is the way kids always liked it in sports-and the parents were out of the gym or off the playground and you got to just play without a whistle blowing every ten seconds or somebody yelling out more instructions, he was always one of the first picked, because the other guys on his team, the shooters especially, knew he'd get them the ball.
Most kids, his dad told him one time, know something about basketball that even most grown-ups never figure out.
One good passer changes everything.
Danny could pass, which is why he'd always made the team.
But no matter what was happening with any team he'd ever played on, no matter how tired he would be after practice, no matter how much homework he still had left, this driveway was still his special place. Like a special club with a membership of one, the place where he could come out at this time of night and imagine it up good, imagine it big and bright, even with just the one floodlight over the backboard and the other light, smaller, over the back door. His mother had done everything she could to make the driveway wider back here, even cutting into what little backyard they had the summer before last. "I told them you needed more room in the corners," she said. "The men from the paving company. They just nodded at me, like corners were some sort of crucial guy thing."
"Right up there with the remote control switcher for the TV," Danny said. "And leaving wet towels on the bathroom floor."
"How are the corners now?"
"Perfect," he said. "Like at the Garden."
He had just enough room in the corners now, mostly for shooting. He didn't feel as if he was trying to make a drive to the basket in his closet. Or an elevator car. He had room to maneuver, pretend he really was at the real Garden, that he was one of the small fast guys who'd made it all the way there. Like Muggsy Bogues, somebody he'd read up on when one of his coaches told him to, who was only 5-3 and made it to the NBA. Like Tiny Archibald and Bobby Hurley and Earl Boykins, a 5-5 guy who came out of the basketball minor leagues, another streak of light who showed everybody that more than size mattered, even in hoops.
And, of course, Richie Walker.
Danny would put chairs out there and dribble through them like he was dribbling out the clock at the end of the game. Some nights he would borrow a pair of his mother's old sunglasses and tape the bottom part of the lens so he couldn't see the ball unless he looked straight down at it. This was back when he was first trying to perfect the double crossover, before he even had a chance to do it right, his hands being too little and his arms not being nearly long enough.
Sometimes he'd be so dog tired when he finished -- though he would never cop to that with his mom -- he'd fall into bed with his clothes on and nearly fall asleep that way. "You done?" she'd say when she came in to say goodnight.
"I finally got bored," he'd say, and she'd say with a smile,
"I always worry about that, you getting bored by basketball."
Everybody he'd ever read up on, short or tall, had talked about how they outworked everybody else. Magic Johnson, he knew, won the championship his rookie season with the Lakers, scored forty-two points in the final game of the championship series when he had to play center because Kareem Abdul-Jabbar was hurt, then went back to East Lansing, Michigan, where he was from, in the summer and worked on his outside shooting because he'd decided it wasn't good enough.
Tonight, Danny had worked past the time when his mom usually called him in, not even noticing how cold it had gotten for October. Worked underneath the new backboard she'd gotten for him at the end of the summer. Not the only kid in his class with divorced parents now. Not the smallest kid on the court now. Just the only one. He'd drive to the basket and then hit one of the chairs with one of his lookaway passes. Or he'd step back and make a shot from the outside. Sometimes, breathing hard, like it was a real game, he'd step to the free throw line he'd drawn with chalk and make two free throws for the championship of something.
Just him and the ball and the feel of it in his hands and the whoosh of it going through the net and the sound one of the old wooden school chairs would make when he tipped it over with another bounce pass. He knew he was wearing out another pair of sneakers his mom called "old school," which to Danny always meant "on sale." Or that she had found his size at either the Nike store or the Reebok store at the factory outlet mall about forty-five minutes from Middletown, both of them knowing she couldn't afford what Athlete's Foot or Foot Locker was charging for the new Kobe sneakers from Nike, or Iverson's, or McGrady's. Or the cool new LeBron James kicks that so many of the Springs School kids were wearing this year.
He finished the way he always did, trying to cleanly execute the crossover-and-back five times in a row, low enough to the ground to be like a rock he was skipping across Taylor Lake. Five times usually making it an official good night out here.
Except this was as far from a good night as he'd ever known.
Basically, this was the worst night of his whole life.
Danny's mother, Ali, watched him from his bedroom window on the second floor, standing to the side of the window in the dark room, trying not to let him see her up here, even though she could see him sneaking a look occasionally, especially when he'd do something fine down on the court, sink a long one or make a left-handed layup or execute that tricky dribble he was always working on.
Sometimes he'd do it right and come right out of it and be on his way to the basket, so fast she thought he should leave a puff of smoke like one of those old Roadrunner cartoons.
God, you're getting old, she thought. Did kids even know who the Roadrunner was anymore?
"Nice work with that double dribble," she'd tell him sometimes when he finally came in the house, tired even if he'd never admit that to her.
"Mom, you know it's not a double dribble. This" -- showing her on the kitchen floor with the ball that was on its way up to his room with him -- "is a double crossover."
"Whatever it is," she'd say, "don't do it in the kitchen."
That would get a smile out of her boy sometimes.
The boy who had cried when he told her his news tonight. He was twelve now. And never let her see him cry unless he took a bad spill in a game or in the driveway, or got himself all tied up because he was afraid he was going to fail some test, even though he never did.
But tonight her son cried in the living room and let her hug him as she told him she hoped this was the worst thing that ever happened to him.
"If it is," she said, "you're going to have an even happier life than I imagined for you." She pushed back a little and smoothed out some of his blond hair, spikey now because he'd been wearing one of his four thousand baseball caps while he played.
"What do I always tell you?" she said.
Without looking up at her, reciting it like she was helping him learn his part in a school play, Danny said, "Nobody imagines up things better than you do."
"There you go."
Another one of their games.
Except on this night he suddenly said, "So how come you can't imagine a happier life for us now?"
Then got up from the couch and ran out of the room and the next thing she heard was the bounce of the ball in the driveway. Like the real beat of his heart.
Or their lives.
She waited a while, cleaned up their dinner dishes, even though that never took long with just the two of them, finished correcting some test papers. Then she went up to his room and watched him try to play through this, the twelve-year-old who went through life being asked if he was ten, or nine, or eight.
Ali saw what she always saw, even tonight, when he was out here with the fierce expression on his face, hardly ever smiling, even as he dreamed his dreams, imagining for himself now, imagining up a happy life for himself, one where he wasn't always the smallest. One where all people saw was the size of his talent, all that speed, all the magic things he could do with a basketball in either hand.
No matter how much she tried not to, she saw all his father in him.
He was all the way past the house, on his way to making the right on Cleveland Avenue, when he saw the light at the end of the driveway, and saw the little boy back there.
He stopped the car.
Or maybe it stopped itself.
He was good at blaming, why not blame the car?
What was that old movie where Jack Nicholson played the retired astronaut? He couldn't remember the name, just that Shirley MacLaine was in it, too, and she was going around with Jack, and then her daughter got sick and the whole thing turned into a major chick flick.
There was this scene where Nicholson was trying to leave town, but the daughter was sick, and even though he didn't care about too much other than having fun, he couldn't leave because Shirley MacLaine needed him.
You think old Jack is out of there, adios, and then he shows up at the door, that smile on his face, and says, "Almost a clean getaway."
He used to think his life was a movie. Enough people used to tell him that it was. He parked near the corner of Cleveland and Earl, then walked halfway back up the block, across the street from 422 Earl, still wondering what he was doing on this street tonight, cruising this neighborhood, in this stupid small small-minded town.
Watching this kid play ball.
Mesmerized, watching the way this kid, about as tall as his bad hip, could handle a basketball.
Watching him shoot his funny shot, pushing the ball off his shoulder like he was pushing a buddy over a fence. He seemed to miss as many shots as he made. But he never missed the folding chairs he was obviously using as imaginary teammates, whether he was looking at them when he fired one of his passes. Or not.
Watching the kid stop after a while, rearrange the chairs now, turning them into defenders, dribbling through them, controlling the ball better with his right hand than his left, keeping the ball low, only struggling when he tried to get tricky and double up on a crossover move.
The kid stopping sometimes, breathing hard, going through his little routine before making a couple of free throws. Like it was all some complicated game being played inside the kid's head.
He hadn't heard anybody coming, so he nearly jumped out of his skin when she tapped him on the shoulder, jumping back a little until he saw who it was.
"Why don't you go over?" Ali said.
"You shouldn't sneak up on people that way."
"No," she said, "you shouldn't sneak up on people that way."
"I was going to call tomorrow," he said.
"Boy," she said, "I don't think I've ever heard that one before."
Ali said, "You can catch me up later on the fascinating comings and goings of your life. Right now, this is one of those nights in his life when he needs his father, Rich. To go with about a thousand others."
Richie Walker noticed she wasn't looking at him, she was facing across the street the way he was, watching Danny.
"Why tonight in particular?"
"He didn't make travel team," she said now on the quiet, dark street. "Your travel team."
"Look at him play. How could he not make travel?"
"They told him he was too small."
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No one knows how much heart this kid has. Danny is the shortest kid at his age of 12. He tries out for Middletown’s travel boys’ team. Yet he didn’t make he didn’t make it because of his height. So his father Richie Walker decides he was going to make a second Middletown travel boys’ team. Anyone at the right age could try out. Now after a few weeks of practicing for both teams they decided to have a scrimmage instead of practice for one night. So after a couple quarters, something astonishing happens. Both Danny and the point guard for the other travel team both go up for a rebound. Except Danny accidently pushes him a little too hard and he takes a nasty fall. Read more to find out what happens. This book as to be one of the best books I ever read. It’s full of heart, tragedies, and just plain fun. I would recommend to anyone who has a dream of becoming something nobody thinks you can. Also for anyone who as an interest in basketball this book would be a great book for u to read. This book is also full of suspense. So anyone who likes suspense and a really good realistic fiction book this book is for you.
Im in the middle of the book right now but the auther gave alot of detail so its really exciting. This book is GREAT!!!
Mike Lupica's Travel Team is a novel for any and all sports lovers. The book begins with Richie Walker in a car accident and that event affects the whole entire family. Danny Walker steps up to the plate and decides to take hold of his team and lead them through the rough times. Mike Lupica's book is a book that some readers might have troubles putting the book down. The novel teaches values more important that just leading your basketball team, it teaches how to gain responsibility even at a young age and that anyone can be a leader. Danny Walker is a great example of being called small and showing that being small isn't what is inside of him. Great Book!!
This was a really good book. Maybe some girls would look at it and not understand some stuff, but I'm a girl and I understood it. Anyways, it is a really good book. Buy it.
In the exciting book Travel Team by Mike Lupica it talks about a long time whose dream is to become a player on the school team. Follow on his journey to become a great player. This has to be one of Mike Lupica’s best books EVER. I THINK THAT Mike Lupica put a lot of time into this book it is good big time.
Very good book!!!!!!
I love this book i totally recomend it if ur a bball fan!!! :D
Oustanding book. You will laugh you will cry and i promise you will love this book
if u r a boy or girl looking 4 a great sports book.... this is defs the book 2 choose!!!! i also think that if u r interested in baseball u shud read heat by mike lupica. it is defenitly a good read!!!!
This book is about a guy named Danny and he is in 7th grade. He tried out for the 7th grade travel team, but he didn't make it because he was too short. His dad, who has a drinking problem, came into town and after hearing this decided to make his own team with the other kids who didn't make the travel team. The book talks about the struggles that go on through the team and it shows the progress of the Warriors starting as a bad team to them finally winning the championship. I liked the book on some of the things that go on and how many kids these days have to go through things like that. I didn't like how predictable it was though. I would recommend this book mainly to people between the ages of 10- 15ish.
If you like sports this would be the book for.PS you should also read a nother book called heat by Mike Lupica.
The overveiw is 39 little pages long
Kind of wierd but ok
Travel ball is awesome an underdog story
GREAT BOOK OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love reading this book its a really good. MUST READ IT!!!!!!!
Best book ive ever read waiting for third one cmon mike write another one
a great book i would recomend to others
i wud buy
This is an amazing book that will keep u wanting more i love mike lupica and his sport theme books
Hi I am Jenna I was wondering if anyone could give me a review on this book? I love basketball by the way.
I believe everybody should read “Travel Team” by Mike Lupica. I agree with Stephen that this was a great story with many surprises and a marvellous storyline. The story was about a boy named Danny Walker who got cut from his travel team because he was too small. Throughout the story Danny shows how perseverance and determination can get you passed any obstacle. In the beginning of the story, Danny got cut from his travel team because he was too small. Danny was not going to let that stand in the way of him playing basketball. So his dad who was an NBA player decides to start and new team and put them in the same league as the travel team Danny got cut from. Danny worked harder and harder and improved his game greatly. At the end it turns how Danny being small did not affect the way he played the game and he showed that he was a great player.”Travel Team” also has a huge affect on the reader. This book is based on a middle school boy who got cut from his travel team. Danny is proved to be an inspiration for kids who have been cut from teams because they were too small. This book certainly inspired me to never give up even if people tell me that I am not good enough. It is easy to say that Danny is an inspiration for everyone. This story also has a great plot centralized about a middle school boy who is too small to play for his travel team. Throughout the story Danny encounters many new friends and shows a great love for the game of basketball. It was a great heartfelt story about a middle school kid who was determined to show everyone that height should never stop you from reaching your goals. My favorite character throughout the book was Danny. In the beginning of the story, Danny got cut from his travel team because he was too small. Danny never let that stand in his way as he was determined to work hard and prove everybody wrong. Before the championship game between Danny’s team and the travel team, the coach of Danny’s team Richie suffered a bad injury and wasn’t able to make it to the game. Danny was very nervous about how the team would play without their head coach. He told Danny to just play his game and he did. When it was game time nothing stood in the way of Danny as he took the court. Danny ended up winning the game for his team proving himself worthy of being on the travel team. As you can tell Danny is a very determined person which is why he is my favorite character. My favorite part of the book was when Danny was visiting Richie in the hospital, and Richie mentioned that he would not be able to make it to the championship game. Danny asked who would be our coach and Richie said,”I got a guy in mind who’d be perfect”(Lupica 176). This one quote really got me into the book thinking that Danny is going to have to coach the team as well as play in it. This quote seemed to have inspired Danny to play even harder so he could prove the travel team wrong and win for his dad who is in the hospital. Being a player myself I know how great it feels when coach has so much confidence in you that he knows you can call a perfect game. That quote really just gave me chills as if I was the person receiving those commands from my coach. As you can tell everybody should read “Travel Team” by Mike Lupica. Tim T
Your eyes with stick on the book like Glue. I give the book 5 stars I chose Travel Team By Mike Lupica because sport books are mostly what I read and I like Mike Lupica Books. I thought that the book would be about a basketball travel team. I expected it to be about a kid that would go all around the world playing with one of the best basketball travel teams. I felt amazing when I was reading the story. No feelings have change for me on the book when i finished it. The main character in the story is Danny a boy that height was not his friend and he was challenged with how small he was. His mom who was very caring as a single mother. And his dad who really didn't make human contact with him. Danny was a small point guard he couldn't really shoot because of his height. But he could pass like there was no better person. He would practice outside every night on his shot and his dribbling skills. The story is about Danny he was trying to get on a travel team. The book is a realistic-fiction book. I related to the book very well because I did the things that he did when I was that age and that makes me think of the old times and that makes me happy. And I have been to many tryouts for many different travel teams so I can relate with Danny. So in closing the book was amazing and even better if you like Mike Lupica. So I would recommend this book to you but the age would be in between 9-22 years of age.