Samurai Shortstop

Samurai Shortstop

by Alan Gratz
Samurai Shortstop

Samurai Shortstop

by Alan Gratz

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Overview

Tokyo, 1890. Toyo is caught up in the competitive world of boarding school, and must prove himself to make the team in a new sport called besuboru. But he grieves for his uncle, a samurai who sacrificed himself for his beliefs, at a time when most of Japan is eager to shed ancient traditions. It's only when his father decides to teach him the way of the samurai that Toyo grows to better understand his uncle and father. And to his surprise, the warrior training guides him to excel at baseball, a sport his father despises as yet another modern Western menace. Toyo searches desperately for a way to prove there is a place for his family's samurai values in modern Japan. Baseball might just be the answer, but will his father ever accept a Western game that stands for everything he despises?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780142410998
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Publication date: 02/14/2008
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 263,343
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.80(d)
Lexile: 790L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

About The Author
Alan Gratz was born and raised in Knoxville, Tennessee. After a carefree but humid childhood, he attended the University of Tennessee, where he earned a College Scholars degree with a specialization in creative writing and later a Master's degree in English education. In addition to writing plays, magazine articles, and a few episodes of A&E's City Confidential, Alan has taught catapult building to middle schoolers, written more than 6,000 radio commercials, and lectured as a Czech university. Currently, Alan lives with his wife Wendi and daughter Jo in the high country of western North Carolina, where he enjoys reading, eating pizza, and, perhaps not too surprisingly, watching baseball.

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Chapter Seventeen

"All right," Junzo said. "So Mt. Fuji can catch. How is he with a bat?"

"What's a bat?" Fuji asked.

Toyo grimaced and waved off the question for later. "He's a quick learner," Toyo explained. "He'll be fine."

"He better be," Moriyama said. "We've got three games coming up soon."

The Ichiko fielders took their positions, and Toyo handed Fuji a bat and ball. Fuji tested the weight of the bat in his massive hands.

"What we need you to do," Toyo told him, "is to stand here and hit the ball to the fielders so they can practice. You toss the ball in the air and hit it. Got it?"

Toyo demonstrated, then went to his position at short. "Okay, Fuji. Just hit the ball on the ground like I showed you."

Fuji tossed the ball in the air and took a swing, missing the ball by a foot.

"It's okay," Toyo said, getting ready again. "You'll get the hang of it."

Fuji took another bad swing. And another. He wasn't anywhere close to the ball. He finally made contact on his next swing, knocking the ball a whole yard and a half in front of him, where it died meekly in the grass.

"Experiment over," Junzo said.

Fuji set the bat down on the ground and bowed. "Thank you for the opportunity."

"Wait, wait, wait." Toyo ran in from short. "All right, so hitting is a little harder than catching. You need a few pointers is all."

"Great," Junzo sneered. "Now Mt. Fuji is going to get batting lessons from a girl who can't hit the ball out of the infield."

"Don't worry," Toyo told Fuji. "He's like that to everybody. Now here, watch. You're wasting too much swing. It's all about economy of movement."

Toyo took the bat and mimicked Fuji's swing.

"You're also not using your hips. You must swing with your arms and your body. Like this."

After five hundred swings of the bokkoto, Toyo was able to imitate the stance from his bushido practice without even thinking about it. He stepped forward into a downward swing, slicing the air while his hips and arms moved together. Though his arms ached, he felt a power he had never experienced before.

"Moriyama, throw me a ball."

"Come on, this isn't batting practice," Junzo complained.

"He needs to see how to hit," Kennichi argued.

Moriyama went into his windup and delivered a fastball down the heart of the plate. Toyo marshaled his strength for one good swing. In his mind, the bat became a bokkoto and the ball was his father.

Thwack! Toyo drove the ball well into right field.

"Wow, when did you learn to hit?" Moriyama asked.

Toyo stared at his bat.

"Let's see him do it twice before we give him a medal," said Junzo.

Moriyama got the ball back and Toyo got set again. "Elbows in, step forward, swing with the body," Toyo muttered to himself, trying to remember everything his father had taught him. "Keep your arms tight, stay focused, and . . ."

The ball zipped over the plate.

"Swing through," Toyo said, whacking the ball back up the middle. Katsuya dove, but the ball rocketed through into center field.

Wearily giddy, Toyo laughed. He suddenly understood what had drawn him to baseball in the first place-why he and the others loved the game so much. At its heart, baseball was Japanese. How else to explain the samurai nature of this game? It was at the same time both modern and ancient, mental and physical.

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