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    Shoeless Joe & Me
    Shoeless Joe & Me
    Shoeless Joe & Me
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    Shoeless Joe & Me

    By Dan Gutman

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    When Joe Stoshack hears about Shoeless Joe Jackson -- and the gambling scandal that destroyed the star player's career -- he knows what he has to do. If he travels back in time with a 1919 baseball card in his hand, he just might be able to prevent the infamous Black Sox Scandal from ever taking place. And if he could do that, Shoeless Joe Jackson would finally take his rightful place in the Baseball Hall of Fame.

    But can Stosh prevent that tempting envelope full of money from making its way to Shoeless Joe's hotel room before the big game?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins
    Release dateOct 6, 2009
    ISBN9780061973567
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    Dan Gutman

    Dan Gutman is the New York Times bestselling author of the Genius Files series; the Baseball Card Adventure series, which has sold more than 1.5 million copies around the world; and the My Weird School series, which has sold more than 36 million copies. Thanks to his many fans who voted in their classrooms, Dan has received nineteen state book awards and ninety-two state book award nominations. He lives in New York City with his wife. You can visit him online at dangutman.com.

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    • 3/5
      Joe Stoshack travels back in time to try and change the outcome of the scandalous 1919 World Series. A good, if formulaic, book for kids.

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    Shoeless Joe & Me - Dan Gutman

    1

    No Fair

    I’LL GIVE YOU FIVE BUCKS IF YOU GET A HIT RIGHT NOW, Stoshack, our shortstop Greg Horwitz yelled to me. I’m late for my soccer game.

    I wiped my nose on my sleeve and knocked the dirt off my cleats. Yeah, I was going to get a hit. I could feel it in my bones. And we needed one pretty badly.

    The guys on my team didn’t call it Little League anymore. We were all thirteen now, and we were in the majors. That doesn’t mean major-league quality or anything like that, but we could play the game.

    In our league, you didn’t see kids getting bonked on the head by easy pop-ups like you did when we were in the minors. You didn’t see kids crying when they struck out. You didn’t see kids standing around the outfield watching planes fly by. We came to play ball. By this time, the kids who couldn’t hack it had switched to playing musical instruments or doing art or whatever kids do who don’t play sports anymore.

    I live in Louisville, Kentucky, which in case you don’t know is just across the Ohio River from Indiana. The Kentucky Derby—a famous horse race—is held here each May. But since I’m a baseball fan, my favorite part of town is the Louisville Slugger Museum on West Main Street. They’ve got a baseball bat outside that’s six stories high.

    I wiped my nose again and looked over at Coach Tropiano standing in foul territory near third base. He clapped his hands together twice, then rubbed the palm of his right hand across the words Flip’s Fan Club on his shirt. The swing away sign. Good. No way I want to be bunting at a time like this.

    I wiped away some more snot and wished my nose would stop running. I was just getting over the flu, but I hadn’t quite shaken it yet. My mom didn’t want me to play until I was all better. But it was the play-offs! If I waited until I was all better, the season would be over.

    Five bucks, Stoshack, Horwitz hollered as I walked up to the plate.

    Give ya ten if ya strike out, the catcher cracked.

    And I will eject both of you young men from the game if you continue this line of discussion, warned the umpire, Mr. Kane, the science teacher at my school who umpires some of our games in his spare time. The catcher and I looked at him, and then at each other. What a spoilsport! The guy has no sense of humor.

    I got into the batter’s box and dug my right cleat into the dirt five inches from the plate.

    C’mon, Joey, my mom shouted from the third-base bleachers. Blast one outta here, baby!

    It had taken a long time, but I had finally taught my mom enough baseball chatter so she wouldn’t make a fool of herself. Used to be, she would shout the lamest things when I came to bat. Stuff like, Hit a touchdown! Sometimes I would have to pretend I wasn’t related to her.

    I wiped more snot off my nose and glanced at the scoreboard. 5-5. The bases were loaded. One out. Bottom of the sixth. Last inning of a one-game playoff between us and Yampell Jewelers. Nothing like a little pressure to get a guy motivated.

    If I could drive in Chase, our runner on third, we’d win the Louisville Little League Championship. If I couldn’t, the game would end in a tie and we’d have to play Yampell again next Saturday. The Little League officials are convinced that our thirteen-year-old bodies are too frail and fragile to play extra innings. Me, I could play all day.

    The pitcher stared at me. I pumped my bat across the plate a few times to show him I meant business. Mentally, I counted the seven things that could happen that would get that winning run home.

    1. I could get a hit and be the hero, of course. That would be my preference.

    2. I could draw a walk and force the run in.

    3. Somebody could make an error.

    4. The pitcher could throw a wild pitch.

    5. There could be a passed ball.

    6. I could fly out to the outfield, and Chase could tag up and score.

    7. I could ground out, and the runner on third would score on the play.

    The pitcher looked nervous. I licked my lips.

    Let’s go, Matthew! somebody yelled from the first-base bleachers. Strike this guy out.

    If you ever get a hit in your whole life, Chase yelled through cupped hands, "get one now!"

    I blinked my eyes hard a few times in the hope that I wouldn’t have to blink when the ball was coming toward the plate.

    I really didn’t want to have to play these guys again next Saturday. Half the guys on our team would be away at a soccer tournament in Lexington. They happened to be our best players. The soccer coach hates baseball and gets crazy if any of his players miss a soccer game to play baseball. But baseball is the only game I play. I really wanted to end the game now.

    The pitcher went into his windup and reared back to throw. When the ball was about halfway to the plate, I suddenly realized there was another thing that could happen that would bring the runner on third home.

    8. I could get hit by a pitch.

    The ball was coming straight at my head.

    I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a situation like this, but there’s no way to think rationally. You just let your instincts tell you what to do, like a wild animal trying to survive in the jungle.

    I bailed out of the batter’s box, my bat flying one way and my helmet flying another way. The ball whizzed past my nose as I flopped in the dirt. When I looked up, the catcher had the ball in his glove.

    Did it hit me? I asked Mr. Kane hopefully.

    No such luck, Mr. Stoshack, he replied. Ball one.

    When it was clear that I wasn’t hurt, my teammates started razzing me.

    Oh man, Stoshack! Why didn’t you let it hit you?

    Yeah, how about taking one for the team, Stosh?

    Shut up, Miller. I got up and spanked the dirt off my pants. My biggest fear was that my mother might run out of the stands to see if I was okay. She stayed put, knowing full well that if she put one foot on the field, I would be so humiliated that I would refuse to speak to her for a week.

    I took my time collecting my bat and helmet. My heart was beating fast. I forgot all about my runny nose. If the next pitch is close, I thought to myself, I’ll let it nick me.

    Mr. Kane walked halfway to the mound. In light of the situation, he informed the pitcher, I will assume you were not trying to hit Mr. Stoshack with that pitch. Is that correct?

    It got away from me, the pitcher explained.

    See that it doesn’t happen again, young man, Mr. Kane warned. We have not had a fatality all season, and I do not want one now.

    What’s a fatality? the pitcher asked.

    Look it up when you get home, Mr. Kane grumbled as he walked back to brush off the plate.

    Throw another pitch like that, the catcher shouted, "and I’ll kill you. Then you’ll know what it means."

    The pitcher fidgeted and looked in for the sign. I got set in the batter’s box.

    The pitch came in, but this time it was so far outside that the catcher had to dive for it. He made a spectacular stop. Chase came halfway down the third baseline, then scampered back to the bag.

    Ball two! called Mr. Kane.

    Nice stop, I muttered to the catcher.

    Hit the mitt, will you? he barked to his pitcher as he returned the ball. What is your problem?

    It got away from me, the pitcher explained.

    See that it don’t happen again, the catcher barked.

    "Doesn’t, corrected Mr. Kane. See that it doesn’t happen again."

    Get it over, Matthew! somebody yelled from the bleachers.

    I got ready again. 2-0 count. Big advantage to me. He had to throw a strike on the next pitch or the count would be 3-0 and he would really be in danger of walking in the winning run.

    Your pitch, Stosh! Chase yelled from third.

    It was my pitch. Right down the middle of the plate, about belt high. Juicy as a Fuddruckers burger. I attacked it, just like the coach told us to. The faster the bat moves, the harder it hits the ball.

    I made solid contact, smashing the ball up the middle. It took a hop about halfway to the pitcher. He ducked, throwing his glove in front of his face in self-defense. As I dug for first, I saw the ball hit his glove and roll down the back of the pitcher’s mound.

    Second base! screamed the catcher.

    The pitcher pounced on the ball and flipped it underhand to the second baseman.

    At that point, I didn’t see the rest of the play. I was digging for first with everything I had. If they made the force play at second, that would be two outs. Then the second baseman would throw to first and try to make a game-ending double play. If I could beat the throw, Chase would score from third and we would win. I pushed myself to run

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