Jim & Me Chapter One Games of Deception "See the ball. Hit the ball," our coach, Flip Valentini, was telling the guys when I skidded my bike up to the dugout at Dunn Field. "Catch it. Throw it. And show up on time or you don't play. It's a simple game, boys." Flip ought to know. He pitched for the Brooklyn Dodgers in their glory years. He was with Cincinnati and Pittsburgh too for a while. Flip won 287 games and struck out almost 3,000 batters during his career. He's in the Baseball Hall of Fame. But Flip wasn't always famous. He used to be just a plain old guy who owned Flip's Fan Club, a baseball card shop here in Louisville. He coached our team in his spare time. But then Flip and I did something crazy one day. We traveled back to 1942 with a radar gun. We wanted to see if we could clock the speed of a Satchel Paige fastball. While we were back there, Satch taught Flip a few trick pitches. I had to leave Flip in 1942, and he got to live his life all over again. So when I returned to the twenty-first century, Flip was famous. Oh, yeah. I can travel through time. I'll get to that in a few minutes. I was sure that Flip was going to stop coaching our team after he was inducted into the Hall of Fame. Why should a famous guy like him bother with a bunch of kids like us? But he just loves the game and won't give it up. Anyway, I parked my bike and Flip winked at me even though I was a few minutes late. The other team hadn't shown up yet. While the guys and I huddled around Flip, I kept looking around. "Who are we playing today?" I asked. "Your favorite team, Stosh," Flip said. "The Exterminators." "Oh, no!" we all groaned. "Do we have to play them again ?" asked Phillip Rollison, our shortstop. "I told their coach I wanted a rematch," Flip said. What?! "Those guys are murder!" said Kevin Cordiero, who plays first base for us. The Exterminators are this weird team sponsored by a Louisville company that kills bugs . . . and other Little League teams. They've got a roach for a mascot. They also have this tall left-hander named Kyle who we nicknamed Mutant Man because the kid is virtually unhittable. He throws like 80 miles an hour. We were lucky to score a run off him the last time we played. "Fuhgetaboutit," Flip said. "I got a plan to beat 'em this time." We were all pretty P.O.'d that we had to face the Exterminators again, but we forgot about it once the game started. The nice thing was that the Exterminators didn't start Kyle the Mutant. Maybe he was tired or something. He was sitting on the bench spitting sunflower seeds. Without Kyle on the mound, the Exterminators were still a good team. We were playing them pretty evenly, and they only had us by a run going into the sixth inning. That's the last inning in our league. We were getting ready to come to bat in the bottom of the sixth when guess who walked out to the mound to warm up. "Oh, no!" we all groaned. "They're bringing in the Mutant!" The Exterminators wanted to shut the door on us so we couldn't tie it up in the bottom of the sixth. Kyle's first warm-up pitch sizzled across the plate. I could hear it hiss before it exploded into the catcher's mitt. And the guy hadn't even loosened up yet! "We're finished," moaned Phillip. "Might as well start packing up the gear." "Relax," Flip said as he stepped out of the dugout. "I told ya I got a plan." "Maybe Flip can hit this guy," said Kevin, "but I know I can't." Flip is really old--in his eighties, I think. When he shuffled out of the dugout, the umpire came over so Flip wouldn't have to walk too far. Flip took a piece of paper out of his pocket. "Excuse me, Jack," Flip said to the ump. "Can I have a word with you?" "Whatcha got there, Mr. V?" asked the ump. "A birth certificate," Flip said, handing him the paper. "Tryin' to show me how young you are, Flip?" "It's not my birth certificate, you bonehead," Flip said good-naturedly. "It's his birth certificate." Flip pointed at Kyle the Mutant, who stopped his warm-up pitch just as he was about to release the ball. Everybody looked at him. The Exterminators' coach came running out to see what was going on. "Is there a problem here?" the coach asked. "The problem is that your pitcher is fifteen years old," Flip told him. "If I'm not mistaken, this league is for kids who are fourteen and younger." "Lemme see that!" the coach said, grabbing the paper. The three of them gathered together, examining the birth certificate. Finally the ump walked over to Kyle, who was standing on the mound with his hands on his hips. "Son, how old are you?" the umpire asked. "I just turned fifteen yesterday," Kyle said. "Happy birthday," said the ump, "but you can't play in this league anymore." Well, it was like Christmas and New Year's and the last day of school all wrapped up in one. We all started whooping and hollering on the bench. Kyle the Mutant handed the ball to the ump and slinked off the field. His coach ran desperately up and down their bench trying to find somebody who could pitch the last inning. Flip shuffled back to our dugout and we all got down on our knees and did the "we're not worthy" thing. "How'd you get the Mutant Man's birth certificate, Flip?" Kevin asked. "I got my sources," he replied. We were so happy, we almost forgot that we still had to score another run just to tie the game. I was due to bat fourth, so somebody had to get on base for me to get my ups. Jim & Me . Copyright © by Dan Gutman. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Jim and Me by Dan Gutman All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
