Home Run: A Novel by Travis Thrasher

Author:Travis Thrasher [Thrasher, Travis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Genre Fiction, Action & Adventure, Movie Tie-Ins, Sports, United States, Religion & Spirituality, Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Christian, Christianity, Christian Fiction, twelve step program, Travis Thrasher, movie, Celebrate Recovery, baseball, Home Run, alcoholism
ISBN: 9780781408387
Amazon: B00A71Y7HE
Barnesnoble: B00A71Y7HE
Goodreads: 17290513
Publisher: Oasis Audio
Published: 2012-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

Kendricks was having a great game for herself on the mound. Now she was facing Pajersky’s kid with the count two balls and two strikes.

Even before she threw it, Cory knew. He could tell Caleb was hesitating. The ball whizzed by, and the umpire called a strike. The Bulldogs all cheered as Caleb threw his bat into the dirt.

“You can’t watch it, Caleb,” hollered Pajersky. “Two strikes, you gotta be swinging.”

As Caleb reached the bench, he gave the Gatorade cooler a karate kick that sent it flying away and spilling out on the ground.

Cory felt a weird sense of déjà vu.

Coach Pajersky yelled at his son and then yanked him by his jersey, thrusting him back down on the bench as the rest of his teammates went back out on the field. For a moment, Pajersky held him with an uncomfortable force. “You’re benched, young man,” he snapped.

Cory couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He crossed over to their dugout. “I’m warning you, Coach.”

Pajersky turned to him. “You’re warning me? Where do you think he learned that behavior? Watching idiots like you!”

“Dad.”

“Shut up,” Pajersky shouted back at his son.

Everybody around was quiet. Cory had seen and heard enough. He wasn’t a kid anymore, and this wasn’t his father, but that didn’t matter. All he could think about was a poor helpless kid who had never hurt anybody being belittled and beaten down day after day after day.

This stops now.

Pajersky stepped away from Caleb and out of the dugout to confront Cory. Others had started to walk their way. Emma from first base. Clay, with his arm in a sling and a bit of a limp.

Cory didn’t care. It didn’t matter that the whole town, including the two teams, was watching them now.

“Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Cory,” Pajersky said. “You’re a showboat and a drunk, just like your old man.”

Cory’s fist slammed against Pajersky’s jaw, and the cop dropped like a ten-year-old boy. But as he lay sprawled on the grass, alarmed cries coming from the people around them, players rushing to the coaches’ sides, Pajersky smiled.

He smiled in a way that said Gotcha.

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