Bats at the Ballgame (A Bat Book)
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Hurry up! Come one'come all! We're off to watch the bats play ball! You'll never forget your first game: the green so green, the presence of heroes past, and togetherness with family and friends, rooting for the home team. But you think humans are the only ones who enjoy America's national pastime? Grab your bat'the other kind'and your mitt, and join these captivating bats as they flutter off to watch their all-stars compete. How about a mothdog? Or some Cricket Jack? In sweeping compositions that transport fans to the rightside-up and upside-down world of bats at play, Brian Lies treats us to a whole new ballgame.
- Format: Library Binding
- Publication Date: 9/6/2010
- Pages: 32
- Reading Level: Age 4 and Up
Bats at the Ballgame Brian Lies * * * Bats at the Ballgame BY BRIAN LIES HOUGHTON MIFFLIN BOOKS FOR CHILDREN HOUGHTON MIFFLIN HARCOURT BOSTON NEW YORK 2010 * * * For my father-in-law, Sam Keith, who missed seeing his team take the Series— but never stopped believing. And thanks to Steven Krasner, for deepening my understanding of baseball. Copyright © 2010 by Brian Lies All rights reserved. For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book,
rising sun. Safe at home, we settle in and talk about our thrilling win, till one by one, we slide away and silently relive each play. In our dreams, that perfect green, our refuge from the drab routine of headlong flutter, flurried flight ... until another baseball night. Until again we hear the call: "Welcome, fans—and now... play ball!"
all: The batter swings, it's going foul— we reach ... and catch the ball! Ohh... hang me up in the rafters! Hang me up by the toes! Buy me some beenuts and Cricket Jock— "Get it going! Throw a strike!" We flap and howl and frown. The seventh-inning stretch arrives at last, to cool us down. We shake our feet and raise our wings. In voices high and strong, together, all the fans belt out the famous bat-ball song. Then back at bat, our batters swing, but can't gain any ground.
There doesn't seem to be a way to turn this game around! Grandbats talk of better times, of fields and heroes past. Their thoughts slide homeward through the years, across eternal grass. Then—CRACK!—the echo rockets 'round and yanks us to today. The bat at bat has smashed the ball, its cover torn away. Our flyer swoops from base to base, and if he scores, we're tied! And now the play is at the plate, and now the bats collide. So, was the flyer safe? Or did the
second. There it goes... ...IT HITS THAT PESKY POLE! It ricochets to center field and, bouncing, finds a hole. Our flyers streak around the field. The crowd lets out a roar. The throw to home is not in time, and both our flyers score! That's it! We won! Can you believe?! Now nothing can erase the thrill that thunders in our hearts, the grin on every face. But in the east, the sky's aflame. We feel ejected from the game! Still astonished that we won, we speed to beat the