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The new catcher

Nick could actually hear himself breathing, even though he didn’t feel as if he’d heard a lot from Coach Williams since he’d said “varsity catcher.”

“Anyway,” the coach said, “I just wanted to come over and tell you myself that you’re going to have to play up for now.”

Nick noticed for the first time that the coach was small for a grown-up, taller than Nick but not by a lot, with blond hair and a young face.

Nick said, “You still want me after seeing a throw like that?”

Coach Williams put his hand on Nick’s shoulder. “Anybody can teach you control, son,” he said. “God has to give you an arm like that.”

“But I thought there was a rule at Hayworth that says you can’t play varsity sports until eighth grade,” Nick said. Almost sounding like he was trying to talk the coach out of it.

He saw that Coach Williams was smiling again.

“Not anymore,” he said.

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First published in the United States of America by Philomel Books,

a division of Penguin Young Readers Group, 2008

Published by Puffin Books, a division of Penguin Young Readers Group, 2009

This book is published in partnership with Walden Media, LLC. Walden Media and the Walden Media skipping stone logo are trademarks and registered trademarks of Walden Media LLC, 17 New England Executive Park, Bldg. 17, Suite 305, Burlington, MA 01803

Copyright © Mike Lupica, 2008
All rights reserved

THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS HAS CATALOGED THE PHILOMEL EDITION AS FOLLOWS
:

Lupica, Mike. Safe at home: a Comeback Kids novel / Mike Lupica. p. cm.

Summary: Playing baseball was the one thing that made twelve-year-old Nick Crandall feel at home until he found acceptance with adoptive parents, but he faces a new struggle to fit in when he becomes the first seventh-grader ever to make the varsity baseball team.

[1. Baseball—Fiction. 2. Self-confidence—Fiction. 3. Teamwork (Sports)—Fiction.

4. Schools—Fiction. 5. Orphans—Fiction. 6. Adoption—Fiction.] I. Title.

PZ7.L97914Saf 2008 [Fic]—dc22 2007042100

ISBN: 978-1-101-65354-8

Except in the United States of America, this book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party Web sites or their content.

Once again, for Taylor. And for Christopher and Alex and Zach and the real Gracie, our Hannah Grace. There isn’t a single time I walk through the front door when I don’t feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

For Commissioner Nicholas Scoppetta of the New York City Fire Department, a foster-care child who never believed his dreams were out of reach.

And all those at New Yorkers For Children who were so generous with their time, and wisdom.

Table of Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Long Shot

ONE

More than anything, Nick Crandall’s real family had always been baseball.

He’d always felt that way about the teams he’d played on, since his first T-ball team. And he felt that way about the teams in the majors he followed, usually the ones with the best catchers, because Nick was a catcher, too.

Baseball was the only thing that made Nick feel like he really belonged. There were a lot of reasons why he loved baseball season, but that was the biggest.

Maybe everybody else on junior varsity at the Hayworth School, all the other sixth- and seventh-graders on the team, looked at the calendar and thought the school year was coming to an end.

Not Nick.

As far as he was concerned, everything was just beginning.

School baseball was for the spring, and that was his
only
team in the spring, because Paul and Brenda Crandall had one rule about sports: one team per season. Even that was all right with Nick. He got to play school ball every day except on the weekends, and he could look forward to playing in their town’s summer Little League from the end of June into August.

So when
he
looked at the calendar, all he could see was baseball, practically all the way until school started again in the fall.

It was the first week of tryouts for JV, even though hardly anybody thought of them as
tryout
tryouts, because everybody who came out made the team. Some guys did get cut off varsity, made up of eighth- and ninth-graders, depending on how many came out. But even those guys, no matter how old they were, got moved down to JV if they still wanted to play.

Nobody moved up, though.

You didn’t get to play varsity at Hayworth until
you were in eighth. Nobody was sure if it was an official written-down rule. But if you played sports at Hayworth, and everybody had to play at least one, you knew that’s how things were done.

Nick didn’t care. No
way
did he care. He was in no rush to play varsity, anyway. The varsity catcher, Bobby Mazzilli, was graduating with the rest of his class in June. So in Nick’s mind, a mind filled with baseball stuff the way his desk drawers were filled with baseball cards and magazines, next year he had a good shot at being varsity catcher.

That was no sure thing, of course, even though things seemed to be set up just right for him. Because more than anything he knew about baseball, Nick knew this:

There were no sure things in your life.

For now, Nick was happy on JV. Most of this year’s team was made up of seventh-graders, which meant that Nick knew all of them from class, whether they were in his homeroom or not, Hayworth not being
that
big a school.

None of the guys on the team were what he thought of as real friends, just because that was
a small category for him, wherever he’d gone to school. For now, Nick Crandall had only two real friends in the whole world.

And one was a girl, not that Nick would ever admit that to the other seventh-grade boys, actually admit having a girl as one of his best buds.

The girl was Gracie Wright, also a seventh-grader at Hayworth. Not only was she in his homeroom, she lived directly across the street from Nick and took the same bus and spent about as much time in the Crandall house as he spent in hers.

His other bud—not quite up there with Gracie, but close enough—was Jack Elmore, an eighth-grader. Jack was fourteen, and Nick hadn’t even turned thirteen yet. His birthday was still a couple of months away, officially making him the youngest seventh-grader at Hayworth. That official-type information came from Gracie, who pretty much knew everything about the kids at their school as far as Nick could tell.

But what even Gracie, as much of a know-it-all as she could be sometimes, didn’t know was how truly fast things could change in baseball, when you least expected them to.

And how fast they were going to change for Nick today.

The JV practiced on the last of the upper fields at Hayworth, the one with the best view of the soccer and lacrosse fields below. The varsity practiced
way
closer to the white classroom buildings and had the best-taken-care-of field at their school, one with a real dirt infield and a working scoreboard and even bleachers behind both benches, where parents could sit to watch games.

Nick had been stealing looks at the varsity practice all afternoon. At one point, he noticed a big crowd of players at home plate and thought they might actually be quitting early today, even though they were usually still on the field when the JV packed it in for the day.

Soon after that, Nick spotted the varsity coach, Coach Williams, leaning against a tree down the left-field line of the JV field, hanging there by himself in the shade.

Watching them.

“What’s
he
doing there?” Zach Dugas, their third baseman, said as he stepped to the plate.

The JV version of the Hayworth Tigers was scrimmaging by now, using just two outfielders—there were still only fifteen players on the team, total, until they found out about varsity cuts—and their coach, Mr. Leeman, was doing the pitching for both teams.

“Don’t know,” Nick said. “Maybe he just likes baseball so much he’ll watch any game. Even one of ours that doesn’t count.”

“Doubtful,” Zach said.

Jeff Kantor was the runner at first, having just singled, and there were two outs, which meant to Nick that Jeff was going to be running, even with Mr. Leeman pitching from the stretch.

Everybody was encouraged to run by the coach. He’d told them from the first day of practice they were going to be the runningest team in their league.

Probably running on the first pitch, Nick thought.

Bad idea.

Really bad.

It wasn’t something he’d ever say out loud. When you’d spent your whole life trying to fit in,
trying to please people, trying so hard to be one of the guys, the
last
thing you wanted to do was sound cocky. Or sound like you were big-timing anybody.

But facts were facts. Four runners already had tried to steal today—tried
Nick
—and he had thrown out all four of them.

He couldn’t help wondering now if Coach Williams of the varsity had seen any of those babies, especially the one that had Ollie Brown by so much at second base that Ollie didn’t even bother to slide.

In the language of baseball announcers, all of whom felt like members of Nick’s baseball family, like funny uncles he’d never met, he had thrown absolute
peas
all three times.

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