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least not that Max had noticed. Jeff put Max last in the batting order, another first for Max, and assigned him to right field. Max didn ’ t play outfield, let alone right. At least there ’ s only time for two innings before class ends. Max hustled out to right field and waited for balls that never came his way .
    “ Okay, Lumpy. It ’ s your ups, ” Jeff grumbled at Max ’ s turn at bat. “ Don ’ t swing at it. I want you to lean into the ball and let it hit you. The pitcher ’ s been throwing to the inside the whole game. You ’ ll get first base and that will force the player on third home . W e ’ ll score the winning run. ”
    “ But— ”
    “ No but ’ s, Lumpy. Got it? ” Jeff jabbed him in the chest.
    Max nodded, picked up the bat, and walked up to the plate, stepping soberly into the batter ’ s box. T he familiar rush he got whenever he played ball surged through him . He smiled, pushed his glasses up tight to his face, and pulled the bat back high, assuming the stance he ’ d used a thousand times before. No way was he going to let the ball hit him. He ’ d show Jeff and everyone else. Max glanced over to Jeff, who narrowed his eyes. Coach stood directly behind Jeff and gave Max the thumbs up. Max nodded. He turned to face the pitcher, who grinned widely, no doubt thinking an easy out stood before him. The ball came soaring at Max . JD ’ s nerves tick up. Just r elax, JD. I got this . Softball was much slower than baseball, and he knew his swing would easily hit the mark. He brought the bat around hard, so hard he almost fell over. He missed. He stumbled a few steps and moved back from the base.
    What happened? Why did that feel awkward and clumsy? Max didn ’ t do awkward and clumsy.
    “ Stay focused, ” he mumbled.
    “ Just take the hit, Lumpy. You ’ re never going to make contact with the ball. Who you trying to kid? ” asked the catcher, a scrawny tenth grader.
    “ I can do this, ” Max insisted. He took a few practice swings, but still , the feeling was off.
    He stepped into the batter ’ s box, and once again , holding his bat erect, he waited for the pitch. And again he missed, by a long shot.
    Why couldn ’ t he do this? It didn ’ t make any sense to Max. He was the star pitcher. He ’ d earned a scholarship to UCLA for his skills. Then it hit him. This was a game of skill, and JD had no skill, at least not in baseball. All of Max ’ s knowledge couldn ’ t make up for JD ’ s lack of talent.
    His confidence now shaken, Max stepped back into the box and lifted the bat. He would have to lean in and let the ball hit him. There was no other way. As he stood there waiting for the pitch, an image of Gabe telling him he needed to help JD came to his mind. How would letting the ball hit him help JD? Everyone already knew JD the loser. Max needed them to see JD the winner. He needed to prove he was good at softball. He took a deep breath and concentrated with all he had on the pitch. He only needed one hit. Certainly Max could get him one hit. It flew straight down the middle. Max watched as it crossed the plate in the strike zone, dead center. The p er fect pitch. And he didn ’ t even take a swing. He ’ d chickened out –a first for Max.
    “ Strike three. You ’ re out. Team A wins, ” shouted the ump, a short kid with snow white hair.
    Before Max could chastise himself, Jeff flew across the ball diamond, his arms flailing as he screamed, “ You freaking moron. What don ’ t you understand about letting the ball hit you, huh, Lumpy? Maybe if I beat the crap out of you, you ’ ll understand. ”
    “ Jeffery Morgan . Six laps, now. And if you lay one hand on JD today, or any other day, you ’ ll be suspended from playing in the game next week. Do you understand me? ” Coach ’ s booming voice could intimate the largest of men, let alone a twelfth grader.
    “ But. . . Yes, sir. ” Jeff turned and ran across the field to the running track. “ Good effort, JD. I