least for now, thought Mike. Good for the team even if Iâm not having much of a day. Thatâs the way Billy Budd would think. Mike bobbled a routine fly in right center, although he held on to it. His ankleached and he was a step behind a long drive to left-center that hit the fence. Oscar was backing him up and fired in to Todd to keep the batter at second.
It was worse at bat. Mike was lunging at the ball, never making solid contact. He was overeager and knew it and couldnât do anything about it. He hit into a double play and popped up to the catcher.
But the one-run lead held into the seventh when Oscar blasted a homer with Todd on base. The final score was 3â0.
Oscar was the man in the noisy Ridgedale locker room. He looked happy but humble, slapping palms, bumping fists. Mike thought it would be easier to dislike him if he were cocky instead of just confident. Why should I dislike him? Why shouldnât he be confident? He can play.
Craig followed Oscar around, holding up his boom box. Chief Loki was screaming, âWe own da season.â Oscar looked embarrassed.
Mike dressed and got out as quick as he could. Didnât have a chance to ask Oscar how he knew it was going to be a curve. Baseball instincts or had he spotted the pitcherâs giveaway motion? Maybe I donât want to know, Mike thought.
FOURTEEN
Coach Cody and Oscar didnât show up for Thursdayâs practice. According to Ryan, who heard it from Tori who volunteered in the school office, they were going to see an immigration lawyer.
âGet him an instant green card,â said Andy. âSpecial dispensation.â
âFor what?â said Ryan. They were standing at the new batting cage, waiting to hit.
âHe has a skill in demand,â said Andy. âHe can get us to state.â
âA little early for that,â said Mike. âJust one game.â
âAndyâs right, he can play,â said Ryan.
âWhat Iâm saying is that the system is corrupt,â said Andy. âI bet Oscarâs twenty if heâs a day, probably spent a few years in the rice and beans league back home. Heâs a pro, ineligible to play high school ball. Bet he has an agent.You notice the brand-new Nike gear he wears?â
âCoach Cody wouldnât allow that,â said Mike.
âWake up and smell the burritos,â said Andy. âCody brought him in to make us winners.â
It was Mikeâs turn to hit, and he was glad. Got to concentrate. Get my swing back. Nice and easy, just make contact.
One of the assistants, Coach Sherman, just a few years out of college, was pitching batting practice, grooving fastballs. After Mike slapped the first two pitches back to the screen in front of him, Sherman yelled, âYouâre hitting on top of the ball, Mike. Watch the bat make contact.â
He finally managed a solid hit, a rope to left center, on his last swing. As he ran to first, Coach Sherman yelled, âAttaboy, Mike,â which made him feel worse. Getting praise for something he usually did all the time was a warning signal.
You losing it, Mike?
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He didnât see Coach Cody or Oscar in school on Friday and Tori didnât have any more information. She and Lori were sitting with him and Ryan at one of the varsity tables. Andy had stopped to talk to some girls on the debate team. Girls who liked jocks usually didnât go for him.
âYou think Oscar could be twenty?â Ryan asked.
âWho said that?â said Lori.
âAndy.â
Tori snorted. âLike he knows.â
âI thought you canât play if youâre over nineteen,â said Lori. âDonât they have our birth dates on file?â
âThose files are in Coach Codyâs office,â said Tori.
âSo Coach would know,â said Mike. âCan we talk about something else?â
â Billy Budd ?â said Lori. She was trying to be nice, Mike thought.
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