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The girl on second base just froze. Squinting into the
Texas sun, T could see her friend, Bennett, in right
field. Bennett had been her best friend since they were
in carpool 34 back at their preschool, The House at
Pooh Corner. Bennett had always been her easy friend.
Bennett was the friend that she didn’t ever have to
pretend with. She never expected T to be “cool”. They
could have conversations about anything, and she
always knew where she stood. Even though they had
gone to separate schools after Pooh Corner, the girls
had been on sports teams together since they were
five. Bennett was not as athletic as T, but contributed
much in the way of team chemistry. The girl’s dad had
always been their coach. He was the kind of coach that
knew how to win softball games, but seemed to put the
kids in positions where they would have success.

This was the big year. The 12-year-old year on the big field, Wallin
Field. The concession stand was right behind home plate, and all of
the neighborhood kids would ride their bikes over to watch whoever
was playing on Wallin. This particular day, the Hooks were playing
the Mud Cats. The game was tied, a close one. The sun in the sky
was shining bright, and everybody was out for entertainment. The
girl looked over at her friend. Bennett looked nervous, and like she
was not paying attention to the game. A group of girls had gathered
behind the outfield fence, and T could tell they were saying
something to Bennett. T scooted closer to the sound of their voices,
and the wind drift was just enough that she could hear what they
were saying. “Hey, we can see the duct tape on your cleats! Did you
know that when we woke up this morning, we decided we would
hate you?” T could no longer concentrate on the game, it was
Denise and her little posse. They were the kind of kids that just
seemed to always get away with doing mean things. They knew
when the adults weren’t looking, and Denise was so good at softball
that normal rules didn’t apply to her.




T couldn’t take it. She called a time out, and asked her dad to
switch positions with Bennett. This made all of the other
coaches nervous. Bennett hadn’t had a single hit this season,
and her confidence was down. She had a weak throw so if the
ball was hit to her, it would be a long shot that she would
catch it, much less be able to throw a straight line to first
base. But, the umpire was ready to get out of there, it had
been a long game already, and he called for the pitch. The
Mud Cat cracked the ball and it was, of course, a fast grounder
straight to Bennett. The ball hit the dirt, and rolled fast kicking
up dust. Bennett looked like a hockey goalie, her knees went
down, and she looked up surprised to see the ball in her glove.
She whizzed it to first, and ended the inning.


T could see all the bundled up tension release as a
smile spread across Bennett’s tear streaked face.
She looked over to see the reaction of Denise and
her crew. They had, of course, disappeared. There
was not a trace of them. It figures, she thought.
But, she decided not to let that cloud the moment.
The girl on second base was basking in her team’s
joy and T had to go be a part of it. She caught the
eye of her dad, the coach, and he gave her a wink.
She lifted both her eyebrows, and let a grin spread
across her face.

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The girl on second base just froze. Squinting into the
Texas sun, T could see her friend, Bennett, in right
field. Bennett had been her best friend since they were
in carpool 34 back at their preschool, The House at
Pooh Corner. Bennett had always been her easy friend.
Bennett was the friend that she didn’t ever have to
pretend with. She never expected T to be “cool”. They
could have conversations about anything, and she
always knew where she stood. Even though they had
gone to separate schools after Pooh Corner, the girls
had been on sports teams together since they were
five. Bennett was not as athletic as T, but contributed
much in the way of team chemistry. The girl’s dad had
always been their coach. He was the kind of coach that
knew how to win softball games, but seemed to put the
kids in positions where they would have success.

This was the big year. The 12-year-old year on the big field, Wallin
Field. The concession stand was right behind home plate, and all of
the neighborhood kids would ride their bikes over to watch whoever
was playing on Wallin. This particular day, the Hooks were playing
the Mud Cats. The game was tied, a close one. The sun in the sky
was shining bright, and everybody was out for entertainment. The
girl looked over at her friend. Bennett looked nervous, and like she
was not paying attention to the game. A group of girls had gathered
behind the outfield fence, and T could tell they were saying
something to Bennett. T scooted closer to the sound of their voices,
and the wind drift was just enough that she could hear what they
were saying. “Hey, we can see the duct tape on your cleats! Did you
know that when we woke up this morning, we decided we would
hate you?” T could no longer concentrate on the game, it was
Denise and her little posse. They were the kind of kids that just
seemed to always get away with doing mean things. They knew
when the adults weren’t looking, and Denise was so good at softball
that normal rules didn’t apply to her.
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