letâs go!â Marcus, who was tall, fast, and (obviously) the best player on the team, gathered up his two gloves, his six bats, his bat bag, and his catcherâs equipment and walked toward the car.
But on his way out, he stopped, bent down, and hugged Moose and Coco.
âThanks, you guys,â he said. âThat was the most fun Iâve had on a baseball field in a long time.â
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3:31 pm
After Mr. Crabtree left, the umpire decided to postpone the rest of the game until the next day. Weâd left a mess of food wrappers and plates on the fieldâthatâs the problem with fun, itâs usually messyâso Willy, Megan, Katie, and I started cleaning up. Coco was doing her part by polishing off any last scraps of treats lying around, but Moose was lying down in the shade under a tree.
âThatâs weird,â I said to Megan. âMoose is never not interested when eating is involved.â
Megan glared at me. âYou need to stop feeding him so much junk,â she snapped.
âThat has nothing to do with it,â I snapped back.
We fought about that a lotâshe was always on me for giving the dogs human food. My philosophy was that humans live a lot longer than dogs, so how can it be bad?
âWell, itâs pretty hot out,â Katie said, playing peacemaker. âThat was a lot of activity for a senior citizen. He needs a break.â
âMoose isnât a senior citizen,â I said. If I didnât want to think about myself getting older, I DEFINITELY didnât want to think about Moose getting older.
I was putting the last of the PowerBar wrappers into a garbage can when my phone buzzed.
It was a text from Mom: Where are you?!? Iâve been calling! Awards ceremony in 30 minutes!! Oops. I checkedâthree missed calls.
âWe gotta go.â I shook Willyâs hand, then went to say goodbye to his little brother Chad. âNice game,â I said. âYouâre a good pitcher. You throw hard.â
âI like your dogs,â he replied. âCan they come to every game?â
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On the car ride home, Katie and I stared out the window while Megan drove. Nobody said much. We were all tired, and I had a lot to think about. Weâd just been to three places where Iâd spent a ton of time during the last few years: The Scooper Bowl, Jookieâs, and the Little League field. I felt really old at all of them. I felt a little out of place at all of them. And yeah, it still felt good to pull the occasional goofy prank with my dogs. But how much longer could I get away with that?
In other words, it was pretty much going to be all business from here on in.
I looked down and saw the Jookieâs hat that Mr. Radonski had given me, lying on the car floor. Heck, I couldnât even go to Jookieâs anymore! Oh sureâyou might be thinking, why would you want to keep going to Jookieâs anyway? Itâs way too young for you! Well, that may well be, but youâve never tasted their chocolate chip cookies. I would stay young forever if I could keep eating those cookies.
But no more Jookieâs. No more being a kid. Time to act like a high school student. Grow up! Mr. Crabtree had said. And even though he was a jerk, he seemed to be saying exactly what everyone was thinking.
Even Mr. Radonski, the gym teacher who was more immature than me, was getting married!
What was happening? Why was it happening?
And most important: What could I do to stop it?
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3:59 pm
Ties and me have never gotten along.
I donât even get why ties exist. Who invented ties? What were they thinking? Did that person say to themselves, âHey, I know! Iâm going to invent an article of clothing that you tie incredibly tightly around your neck for absolutely no reason? And to make things worse maybe Iâll invent an incredibly hot, uncomfortable, wool jacket to go with it?â
That person