Chapter Three

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Well my logical explanation wasnt pretty at all. Instead of making sense, I made nothing and got grounded for a few weeks.

Groundation wasnt too terribly bad. After all Im at at school half of the day and the other half my mother is at a socialite gatehering. So in other words 'Groundation' was just a word meaning...well...I dont really know what it means.

And so, now that mother was gone, I could finally meet the guys I choose to play. So here I was, sitting in our office alone.

I shrugged out of my thoughts and looked up at the two young guys walking towards me. I smiled and stood. "Bryce Chapman?" I asked.

He stopped in front of me and smiled. He was goregeous! He had this shaggy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that made your knees want to give out. Other than that, he looked like an average baseball player.

He nodded. "And you must be Austin Barclay." I said turning to the other guy.

He was goregeous too! He had short black hair and dark brown eyes. I could get used to interviewing guys like this.

"Please take a seat." I said and motioned to two chairs in front of me.

I took a seat and studied them for a few seconds. They seemed really down to earth, but the next few questions would make or break them.

"So why do you want to play for the New York Yankees?" I asked.

"Well, they havbe always been my favorite team, and when I heard that their was an oppurtunity to play, I just applied. I never really thought that I was good enough." Austin said.

I nodded. 'Typical answer' I thought to myself. I turned to Bryce and he smiled.

"Well, I love to play baseball. I have been playing ever since I could hold a bat. This wasnt the only team that scouted me, but it is one of the best. I guess I just want to play, no matter where, no matter what team." he replied in a deep voice.

I smiled. 'Good answer.'

"Who is your favorite baseball player?" I asked. This was the deciding question for me, but not the final one.

"Thats easy, Babe Ruth." Austin replied quickly.

"Why?" I asked. 'This better be good.' I thought to myself.

He sat there, obviously thinking, and after aminute finally gave me the Baseball Hall of Fame biography. "Well, he ended his career with 714 home runs, led the Yankees to seven penants and four titles."

"Ahh, and what was his real name?" I asked.

"George Herman Ruth." Austin replied looking at me skeptically.

"So how did he get him nickname?" I asked again, an eyebrow raised.

"Umm...well...I am not sure..." Austin fumbled.

"Ahh," I said and opened my mouth to tell him when Bryce cut me off.

"During the spring training of 1914, teammates on the minor league Baltimore Orioles began referring to him as owner Jack Dunn's new babe." he said looking at me.

I smiled and nodded. "Thats right Mr. Smart Guy. So who is your favorite?"

"Al Kaline." Bryce replied.

"And why is that?" I smiled.

"3,007 hits, a .297 batting average, 10 Gold Gloves and 15 All-Star team selections. He won the batting title in 1955, hitting .340 at the age of 20. He had a .379 average against St. Louis in the 1968 World Series. He was Mr. Tiger and the best outfielder ever." Bryce replied quickly.

"You did forget one thing," I said.

He looked at me as if I had just insulted him. "What?"

"He hit 399 homeruns."

Bryce smiled and nodded. "So he did. Who is your favorite ball player since you obviously know so much about them?"

I smiled and shook my head. "I am the one asking questions. Maybe Ill tell later."

"But we told you ours." Austin whined.

"Yes you did because it was part of your interveiw." I replied.

I had already made my decision. But I was going to let them finish the interview and try out for the other players. I asked a few more questions before deciding to take them to one of the practices and have them meet the team.

"Well gentelman, if you will excuse me, my father will be taking you to the stadium and there you will suit up and have a little practice with the players."

"Your father?" Bryce asked.

"Yes, Timothy Neil, the owner of the New York Yankees. And I am his trusty sidekick, Gabby. Excuse me." I laughed and nodded goodbye.

I hurried up to my room and changed into some jeans and a yankee teeshirt and hurried back out of the house and made my way to the stadium. I wanted to see the guys in action.

They were actually pretty good. I leaned up against the side and watched them throw the ball around. My father came up and propped up against the side with me.

"So darling, who did you choose?" he asked.

"Well, Austin is a pretty boy, what you wanted really, but as far as playing material, I dont think he could hack it. So I think that Bryce would be a good choice." I replied watching Bryce catch a line drive two feet above his head.

"Definately him." I added and looked up at my father.

"I trust your decision. I will hire him after practice. Thanks pumpkin." he said and kissed my forehead.

I watched him walk over to the coaches and tell them my decision. When practice ended I saw Mr. McBride walk over to Bryce and tell him the good news. He lit up. After Mr. Collins turned he ran all the way over to me.

"You picked me?" he asked, a little out of breath.

I nodded. "Yea, you seemd the most qualified."

"Thanks." he said and smiled.

"You are welcome."

"But I dont know if I want to play for you." he replied.

"What? Why?" I asked, a little baffled.

"You never told me who your favortie player was." he said and smiled.

"Play and Ill tell you."