Baseball genius

Tim Green, 1963-

Book - 2017

An everyday kid with a talent for predicting baseball pitches is caught stealing baseballs from his favorite New York Yankees player, who agrees not to press charges if the boy will help him recover from a difficult batting slump.

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Published
New York : Aladdin 2017.
Language
English
Main Author
Tim Green, 1963- (author)
Other Authors
Derek Jeter, 1974- (author)
Edition
First Aladdin hardcover edition
Item Description
"Jeter Children's."
Physical Description
344 pages ; 22 cm
ISBN
9781481468640
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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 5-8-Green teams up with Jeter in his latest piece of sports fiction. Jalen is the son of an Italian immigrant. He lives with his father, who works long days at his diner trying to make ends meet. Jalen has serious baseball talent and has just made a travel team. The only problem is that he needs some extra cash to pay for his team fees. Jalen's friends Cat and Daniel live near a Major League Baseball player's house, and Yankees star James "JY" Yager routinely signs batting practice balls and sells them to benefit a youth sports foundation. Jalen knows that if he can get his hands on a few of those balls, he can easily sell them on eBay to pay for his travel team fees. What he does not see coming is an injured ankle keeping Yager home from a Yankees road trip-and Jalen is caught red-handed. Jalen tells Yager that he has the ability to read pitchers and knows which pitch any guy in the pros will throw before he even gets into his windup. Yager is on the verge of being replaced by a younger player, and his sole shot at staying on the Yankees' roster is by going four-for-four in his next game. If Jalen can help him out from the stands, Yager will pay his travel team fees. The manager of the Yankees, however, has an entirely different agenda. Green is a prolific sports fiction writer, and having Jeter's name grace the cover will keep this book in demand. Green does a nice job incorporating diverse characters throughout the narrative. Despite a predictable story, this title is sure to circulate. VERDICT Bound to be popular among Green fans and readers of sports fiction.-Carli Sauer, Carmel Middle School, IN © Copyright 2017. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Baseball Genius 1 JALEN PEERED THROUGH THE WINDOWS of the Silver Liner Diner to make sure his father was still busy. A man in a black knit cap sat at the counter with a newspaper, a cup of coffee, and a piece of pie. In one booth a young, awkward-looking couple in fancy clothes scowled at each other, arguing in silence behind the glass. Jalen watched his father deliver two plates of his special stuffed calamari to the couple. While the Silver Liner was a diner, it was also much more: a place for authentic Italian food. While the two didn't seem to go together, Jalen's father somehow seemed to scratch out a living. When a car drove up with new customers, Jalen knew he had time to sneak off into the spring night. He snugged the empty backpack on his shoulders as he crossed the railroad tracks. Wind picked at his curly hair, and he paused at the wailing sound of a distant train. Beside the station stood a fast-food place, the lights on its big yellow-and-blue-and-purple sign extinguished for the night, since it closed after the last train arrived from New York. Jalen's dad usually let his help go after dinnertime but squeezed a few extra dollars from the Silver Liner by staying open late, even after midnight, if he had any customers. Main Street was empty, but Jalen decided to take a detour and avoid the streetlamps. He jogged fifteen minutes to the other side of town, all uphill, to Rockton's oldest and biggest estate. It had been built in 1782 by the great-great-grandfather (step-great-great-grandfather, she'd always point out) of one of his best friends, Cat Hewlett. Its heavy iron gates stood open, but he stopped to catch his breath. Fastened to one of the great stone columns by a thick chain was a bronze plaque letting visitors know they were about to enter Mount Tipton. Jalen wondered what name his home would go by if anyone cared to call it anything. Probably Broken Box or maybe Shabby Shack. He darted through the gates and into the shadows, avoiding the long, sweeping driveway and the lights buried in the grass alongside it. His friends were waiting for him at the corner of the stables. The rich smell of horse manure swirled deep in Jalen's nose. Daniel Bellone didn't even smell it anymore. He and his family lived above the horses, along with two other families who helped maintain Mount Tipton in all its original glory, trimming the gardens and grass, painting the buildings, scrubbing floors, and polishing the brass and silver when needed. Cat lived in the big house--as Daniel called it--but with her messy brown hair, scrubby jeans, and the sweatshirt she wore, she looked like she was the one who lived above the stables. "Ready?" she asked, snapping her gum and cutting the barn smell with a whiff of peppermint. She bumped fists with Jalen. Even Cat's raspy voice and the smudge on her face couldn't hide how pretty she was. "As I'll ever be." Jalen bumped Daniel's fist, then turned to look down the hill, over the treetops, at the big brick house a quarter mile beyond Mount Tipton's stone wall. The huge mansion sat on a hilltop of its own, bathed in soft yellow light. Jalen and Cat trudged off down the grassy slope, following Daniel, who knew the way through the tangle of riding trails better than anyone. They skirted the trout pond on a wide, grassy trail before plunging into the woods. The trees above swished in the wind. The beam of the flashlight on Cat's phone flicked this way and that so that shadows of the thick tree trunks danced and jumped. When they reached the high stone wall marking Tipton's boundary, Daniel pulled up. "You sure about this?" Cat asked Jalen, directing the light at their feet so that its glow lit the three friends' faces. Jalen was surprised. "Why are you saying this now? We all agreed. It's not like I've got a barrelful of choices." "I could . . ." Cat's voice drifted off on the wind. She looked toward the estate, but they all knew that her stepfather gave her nothing. "Maybe . . ." Daniel looked slightly embarrassed. His fee for the travel baseball team had been paid. His spot on the Rockets was secured. Without words, Jalen tried to tell Daniel that it was okay. Daniel's parents were two of the hardest-working people Jalen had ever seen. It wasn't his fault that Jalen couldn't afford the travel team fees, and Daniel could. "Just . . . be careful of the dogs." Daniel peered out from beneath a shock of hair as dark as the night and shook his head before uttering his version of a curse. "Hot sauce." "I know." Jalen patted his pants pocket and the pork chop bones wrapped in plastic tucked inside. He bit his lip and started to climb the rock wall, inserting the toes of his sneakers into the cracks. When he reached the top of the ten-foot wall, he straddled the flat fieldstones and looked down at his friends below. "Maybe we should go with you?" Daniel's face was hidden in the gloom, and his whisper barely rose above the trees. "Thanks," Jalen said. "But no. If it goes bad, I could be . . . I don't know. Arrested?" "I don't think--" Cat began, before a long pause during which her face grew grim. "Maybe." "So, no sense in taking you guys down too," Jalen said. "Thanks for coming this far." "We'll wait right here," Daniel said. "We won't leave." Cat began to climb the wall. "No, Cat," Jalen said. "I told you." She reached the top and sat with her legs hanging down on the Tipton side as she held up her phone. "I'll keep it here, in case you get lost. It'll be a beacon." Jalen gave her leg a pat. "If it's not me for any reason, jump and run." "It'll be you." Cat's blue eyes glittered, even in the dim light. "You can do this. It'll work, and you'll be on that travel team going up and down the East Coast, knocking in runs and turning twos." "Thanks." Jalen let himself down a few feet before simply springing away from the wall and dropping to the ground. He didn't look back because he didn't want to chicken out. He plunged into the darkness of the trees, waiting for his eyes to adjust, stumbling through the open woods, his eyes fixed on the lights of the huge brick mansion owned by a New York Yankees star. Jalen's stomach felt empty and cold and fragile, like a fist in wintertime without a glove. It wasn't just the darkness. It wasn't just being completely alone. It wasn't just the danger. It was that--despite all the rules Jalen had bent in his life--he'd never taken anything that didn't belong to him. Never stolen so much as a candy bar. That was about to change. Excerpted from Baseball Genius by Tim Green, Derek Jeter 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.