Mickey & Me by Dan Gutman

Author:Dan Gutman [Gutman, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Sports & Recreation, Baseball & Softball, Fantasy & Magic, Historical, United States, 20th Century
ISBN: 9780061973284
Google: uJKOUIwQA88C
Publisher: Harper Collins
Published: 2009-10-06T04:00:00+00:00

11

Play Like Men, Look Like Girls

THE GAME WAS OVER, THE CHICKS HAD WON, AND EVERYBODY was happy. As we piled triumphantly into the dugout, I had one thing on my mind—there was an excellent chance that I would get to see the Chicks naked again.

I’m not proud of it or anything. I know I should have been thinking about how I had contributed to the victory. I should have been thinking about Dolores Klosowski and her broken leg. My dad in the hospital back home. But I’m being honest here. I’m thirteen years old. I don’t know about you, but I know what I think about pretty much all the time.

In fact, I had been thinking about it ever since they held me down and forced me to put on a dress. Right then and there, it had occurred to me that after the game I’d be in the locker room again. If I could just blend into the woodwork, they just might forget I was there.

“P.K. is coming!” Tiby shouted just as we entered the locker room.

“He’s probably going to congratulate us on our stirring victory!” Ziggy beamed.

“Quick! Clean up the mess!” Connie shouted. “P.K. hates a sloppy locker room!”

The girls started running back and forth, throwing things into lockers, drawers, and cabinets. Nobody was taking any clothes off.

“Who’s P.K.?” I asked Mickey Maguire.

“Philip K. Wrigley,” she replied. “You know, the chewing gum guy. He owns the Cubs.”

Of course, I’d had Wrigley gum. I had even been to Wrigley Field in Chicago. But why was Philip K. Wrigley coming here?

“He owns our whole league,” Mickey informed me. She said Wrigley started the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League because he was afraid the war might completely shut down baseball. With so many major and minor leaguers away fighting, there would be a lot of empty ballparks.

According to Mickey, P.K. was a little odd. He wouldn’t dial the telephone, for instance. His wife dialed for him. He was a millionaire, but he rode a motorcycle to work. And he once paid a guy five thousand dollars to put a hex on the Cubs’ opponents.

The girls had just about finished tidying up the locker room when a voice boomed down the hallway.

“If the boys in the lab can’t create a chewing gum that doesn’t stick to false teeth, then tell ’em to create false teeth that don’t stick to chewing gum! Get on it, Tommy!”

“Yes, P.K.,” answered some other guy.

Suddenly, two men burst into the locker room. The older, grayer one was clearly Mr. Wrigley. The other one was short, geeky, and had the look of a low-paid, pencil-pushing yes-man. Each man wore a suit and a hat and carried a briefcase. I looked around for Max Carey, but he must have left already.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.