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!”