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Brian is living every baseball kid's dream: he is a batboy for his hometown Major League team. Brian believes that it's the perfect thing to bring him and his big-leaguer dad closer together. And if that weren't enough, this is the season that Hank Bishop, Brian's baseball hero, returns to the Tigers for the comeback of a lifetime. The summer couldn't get much better! Until Hank Bishop starts to show his true colors, and Brian learns that sometimes life throws you a curveball.
he’d ended the last chance the Tigers had to come back. Maybe the bat had nothing to do with his missing a fat pitch. Or maybe just worrying about the bat had made all the difference. Brian didn’t know and didn’t care. This was on him. It was like a bat store in that equipment room. And the room was closer than the clubhouse. Why hadn’t he gone there instead? And why hadn’t he thought of doing that sooner, the batboy who took such pride in being one step ahead of the game and always prepared?
the words right out of my mouth. “Do me a favor?” Hank said. “Don’t apologize.” In a small voice Brian said, “Okay.” “Tell me you weren’t waiting for me out here so you could apologize.” Brian, looking down at the floor, wanting to disappear through it, said, “I thought all the players were gone.” Then added, “Mr. Bishop.” The ride to the lobby level took only a few seconds, but it felt longer today, one more part of Brian’s long day, the one that had begun with a sleepover at the ballpark
with Rudy. Brian picked up the balls by himself this time. Hank had had enough for the night. About fifteen minutes later they were coming out of the elevator together, walking across the lobby and into the cool night air. And the air was cool enough to make Brian think that his summer with the Tigers was beginning to come to an end. He looked up and saw his mom standing near their car. “I was afraid I was going to have to come in after you,” she said. Then to Hank she said, “Sometimes I’m
of the first three games. Today they would play one of those rare weekday afternoon games before hitting the road—a “getaway” game, as it was known. Assuming the rain held off, that is. The skies around Comerica were dark and heavy. Brian was talking about all this with his mom on their way to Comerica Monday afternoon. “Doesn’t the manager know about the batting tip you gave Hank?” his mom said. She was smiling. “The one that’s going to change the course of civilization?” “Funny, Mom. Good
weren’t baseballed out because they never were. So they were using Home Run Derby, a marathon game, to kill time before the Tigers played the Red Sox at Fenway Park on Fox’s Saturday Game of the Week. It was the beginning of a ten-game road trip for the Tigers. Batboys didn’t travel with the team, though Brian had heard from Mr. Schenkel that rules like that sometimes had a way of changing if they made the playoffs. But for now Brian’s team was in Boston and he was behind Kenny Griffin’s house