A Tough Call
Elementary: Grades 3–4
"Let's do it, Danny. A pitcher like you could make it happen, no problem. And I can just flub up a little in the outfield." Terence sounded way confident. "We can always win back the championship next year. Or better yet, move over to Bill's team."
I couldn't believe Terence was voicing my own thoughts. But hey, that's why we were best friends. As we neared my house, I mentally pictured the whole thing: hanging on a big private beach, barbeque cook-outs by the lake, and baseball games on a huge green lawn. Being buddies with cool Bill Moss. And the cash? I was a diehard White Sox fan, with barely any allowance. I could even buy tickets to home games.
I nodded slowly. "Okay, yeah," I said. "I'll think about it and tell you for sure tomorrow."
Terence grinned as we got to my front door. "Think of that fifty bucks, man!" As he started off to his own house, he shouted a final thought. "And a better summer vacation than we'd ever see around here!" He was right about that, no question.
As soon as I got in the house, I saw a big, thickly padded package lying on the hall table. It had a white envelope taped to it with my name on it.
"What's this?" I asked, picking it up and bringing it into the kitchen where my parents were.
Dad smiled. "Grandma Celia sent you that. It's something Grandpa Charlie left you."
Hearing his name, I felt sad. Grandpa Charlie had passed away recently. He had been as big a White Sox fan as I was. But he and Grandma had moved from Chicago to Florida eight years ago. So he hadn't been around for many games since I'd been alive.
But during the previous season's World Series, in October 2005, he and I had spent plenty of time on the phone discussing the games. The Sox had not just made it to the series. This time they had finally won! The thrill of it had riled us up good!