PROLOUGE: The Torrey Little League had never been much of a team. This is the first book of their astonishing journey to Williamsport.
1: “Mom, I’ll be at the field. My team has practice tonight.” “Okay. Be back by eight.” “Okay.” I jumped onto my bike and was off towards the field with my glove and bat on my shoulder. I biked past Downing Little League, our rivals who had made it to Regionals for the past15 years. We had never gone past Districts. I parked my bike at the rack and went over to join my teammates who were already warming up. After warming up our coach gave us a pep talk. “Now kids, as we all know we will be facing Downing in the first round of the tournament. So during this week before the Little League Tournament let’s work our hearts out and let’s go out there and show Downing how to play some baseball. You with me?” “Yeah!” we shouted in return. “So let’s get started.” The practice flew by quickly, as did Pre-Tournament week. But the real stuff, as we were told by Coach Rick, was yet to come.