Pa slap me on the back and whispered in my ear. 

“Son, ain’t going to fail, so win that trophy for me!” 

“But pa what if this is just stupid,” I said looking at him as a baby. 

“If this is stupid, you are stupid. Are you stupid?” 

“No pa. I ain’t think I’m stupid.” 

“Ata boy! Now win that trophy!”

They called me up. They handed me the bat. I clutched the bat in my hands. 

One, two, and three! CLACK!

The crowd roared. 

I ran to all the bases. 

“HOMERUN!” said the coach. 

I won! 

“The Tigers won! And the one who won this for the team . . . I must yell his name, so the winner is Jason McCartney!”