his best fastball. The hitter swung, and lofted a pop-up just to Derekâs right.
âI got it! I got it!â he yelled.
He heard Pete saying âI got it!â too. Derek knew the ball was to the right of the bag, and so should have been the second basemanâs ball. But Derek also knew it was the shortstopâs call, as captain of the infield. So he backed off, saying, âTake it! Take it!â
And Pete didâwith both hands, just to make sure. The game ended with the Tigers up, 7â6.
As happy as Derek was that theyâd managed to save the victory, he was annoyed by the way the whole team mobbed Peteâtheir heroâforgetting that Pete was the one whoâd committed two key errors that had almost cost them the game.
Pete was loving it, doing a little victory dance until his dad lined them all up for the traditional postgame handshake with the opposing team.
Oh well , thought Derek. At least there wonât be any tantrums this week.
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Because heâd gone straight from school to the game, it was only afterward that Derek remembered the math test and his embarrassing grade on it.
Heâd mentioned the test to his parents beforehand, and he knew they never forgot anything he told them, especially about schoolwork. So it was clearly just a matter of time before one of them asked him how it had gone.
âSo, howâd it go today?â His mom was setting a casserole down in the center of the table before sitting down herself.
âWe won,â Derek said innocently, but he knew what she meant.
âThe math test,â she said. âHowâd you do?â
Well, that didnât take long , Derek thought. He sighed and shook his head. âNot too well.â
âReally?â His father stopped cutting the casserole into squares and looked up at him. âNot too well, as in . . .â
âAs in eighty-four.â Derek sighed again.
âWhat?â It came from both his parents at the same time. While 84 might have been an okay grade, or even a good one, for some kids, it wasnât for Derek. Math had always been his best subject in school, right from the beginning.
âUh-oh,â said Sharlee, covering her head and grimacing. If sheâd thought it would make the rest of them laugh, sheâd been mistaken.
âWhy do you think you didnât do better?â his mom asked.
Derek shrugged. âShe gave us the assignment a week before, but I guess I forgot about it until she reminded us. That was the day before the test, and I couldnât concentrate that night.â
âBecause you were too worried about baseball.â His dad said it like it was a fact, not a question.
âI guess,â Derek admitted. âBut I couldnât help it! Little League was about to start, and I was worriedââ
âWe know all about it,â his dad said. âButââ
âI know, I know,â Derek said, hoping to avoid any more criticism. âRule number two.â
âDerek,â said his mom, putting a hand on his arm, âthereâs no excuse. You always have to work your hardest if you want to achieve your dream.â
âI know, Mom,â Derek said, âbut sports is my dream!â
âI know,â said Mrs. Jeter. âBut you canât do it at the expense of schoolwork.â
âDoing well in school is the ticket that gets you into the ballpark, and into the game!â his dad added. âWhere would I be today if I hadnât gotten that college scholarship?â
âYou got a baseball scholarship, Dad,â Derek pointed out.
âBut I needed good grades to get it!â Mr. Jeter insisted. âAnd I had to keep up my good grades all through college to keep getting my scholarship money!â
âDonât you see, old man?â his mom said. âYou canât let yourself get distracted. Itâs not one thing or the other. Youâve