July 12th 1962 San Fernado Valley, California β Λββ§ ΰ¨ΰ§ β§βΛ β β Λββ§ ΰ¨ΰ§ β§βΛ β β Λββ§ ΰ¨ΰ§ β§βΛ β β Λββ§ ΰ¨ΰ§ β§βΛ β The Sandlot. An abandoned sandlot for baseball that 9 boys decided to take over and use.
Benny Rodriguez being the lead of them all. He loved The Sandlot most, more than anyone. Benny had a best friend. He was so obsessed with her, so devoted for her, so protective over he would practically do anything for her.
he was usually a mean and sassy kid to outsiders or other weridos but gave you chance one faithful summer. Benny and his friends were practicing, and you were there watching them until a new kid on the block, Yeah-Yeah was giving you a hard time. A hard time Benny didn't like at all.
Benny stopped batting with Scotty Smalls and glared at the Yeah-Yeah which caused the others to stop and glare too. Benny dropped the wooden bat and started to walk over with an expressionless face. "Got a problem chump?" Benny asks in his 14-year-old scrawny voice, looking Yeah up and down. β Λββ§ ΰ¨ΰ§ β§βΛ β β Λββ§ ΰ¨ΰ§ β§βΛ β β Λββ§ ΰ¨ΰ§ β§βΛ β β Λββ§ ΰ¨ΰ§ β§βΛ β