The Team Dream
sleepy head. Time to go to school.”
Freddie Brenner pulled the covers over his head and tried blocking out his
He groaned. It couldn‟t be morning already, could it? He‟d been having such a terr
dream about being star player for the New York Yankees, his favorite team. There he‟d been—
up at bat, bases loaded, hitting a long line drive and running as if a devil were after him past firstbase, second, then third
his heart pounding like mad as he made that last dash for home plateand victory. And then, just as he was inches away from making his dream come true, his motherhad to go and wake him up.Mothers could have such rotten timing. The roar of the crowd cheering still echoed in hishead.
Freddie knew it could have been the home run of the century. He‟d have made baseball
history right up there next to the great Babe Ruth himself.
“I‟m warning you, Freddie,” his mother called out. “I‟m not going to say it a second
time. Get up now or I
‟ll have your father…”
Freddie threw back the covers and jumped out of bed, not letting his mother finish herwarning. He knew only too well that if his dad came upstairs to get him out of bed, he wouldmean real business and Freddie would be at the end of that business.
Then Freddie suddenly remembered what day it was. He‟d been so lost in the glory of his dreams that he‟d almost forgotten. Yes, this was going to be a special day for him, all right.
Today was the start of spring baseball season at scho
ol, and Freddie‟s class would vote on whom
they wanted for their new Team Captain. Freddie wanted to be chosen really bad, it was just
about all he had thought about for the past few days. He knew he‟d make a great Team Captain.
He also knew a lot of his friends wanted to be chosen for that job as well. It was going to be aclose race--a very close race.
Freddie glanced at his younger brother‟s empty bed, already made. Michael was
probably downstairs finishing his breakfast and getting ready to devour
Freddie‟s as well. He