Little Jimmie's Tryouts

By Terry Brogan

A story about Jimmie and how he and his grandfather accidently met some baseball playing frogs. These frogs help him better understand the game that they love and prepare him for his upcoming tryouts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Terry Brogan
• Release date: Oct 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005571467

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Little Jimmie’s Tryouts

Terry Brogan

Published by Terry Brogan at Smashwords

Copyright 2020 Terry Brogan

Thank you to Calin for the great editing and for Rabia for the cover design, this project would not have been completed without your great work.

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Little Jimmie’s tryouts

Hello, I am Jimmie. I will be turning nine this summer, and was hoping that when I did, I would be better at baseball than last summer. Like most baseball-loving kids, I would like to be a pro ballplayer… but as my dad would say, Jimmie, we got to learn to walk before we can run.

My dad says those sayings all the time. Oh well, it is fairly accurate to say I didn’t do very good last year, so the other kids pretty much played every game. Well, I played every game also, but I was younger and smaller than the rest of the team, and though my coach made sure that everyone played, I knew that I didn’t play well. I was usually in right field for the first few innings, usually like batting ninth, and that meant I batted once and nothing really ever got hit to me. I was out of the game by the third inning, so when I played it was usually at no cost to the team’s chance of winning.

Jimmie, your grandpa will be visiting this summer and staying in the spare room, since your mom and I will have to work out of town a lot, explained my dad. We usually went and visited grandpa a few times a year at his place, and just sat around talking. I didn’t do the talking—mom, dad and grandpa did. Now this year grandpa is coming to us, and I was going to be watched by grandpa. Like I need to be watched. I can already see how it is going to go: grandpa does a lot of sleeping, reading, and TV-watching, so it will be a summer filled with a lot of fun stuff. Ugh.

But in order to get the summer of baseball off to a good start for you, I want to ask you a question, my dad said with a little smirk. Do you want to go out and get a new glove for baseball?

Oh yeah! I exclaimed. That would be so awesome.

Well, let’s get going then. If you get a glove, you have to bring it to a game if we go watch one.

Can we? Can we go watch a game, maybe the Racers?

The Racers are the local minor league team. They don’t usually have a great win/loss record, but they play a lot better than I do.

Okay, let’s head by the store on our way and you pick out a glove, ball, and bat.

I ran out to dad’s truck faster than I had ever run before—just a little motivated by hitting a multiple jackpot of getting a glove, bat, ball and going to watch a baseball game!

We headed out to the store.

Dad, can I ask why we are getting me a glove and stuff and going to a Racers game? I didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but hey, I am getting