Saturday took its time getting there. To Thad every day felt like it was two days long. Even baseball practice after school, which he usually enjoyed, seemed to drag. And, of course, as if they were in on some evil plot, three of his teachers scheduled tests for that Friday. Studying for the exams was absolute torture. How the i***t teachers expected kids to concentrate when there was so much more important stuff on your mind was beyond Thad’s comprehension.
Somehow, Saturday finally appeared. Thad, Link, and Dale arrived at Buzzards Stadium for the tryouts. They stood outside, anxiously waiting for the gates to open.
Thad kept looking around. By ten A.M. there must have been fifty kids outside the ballpark, both guys and girls. His heart sank. He knew only ten boys or girls would get
