A quiet, smart boy looks at you. You recognized him, he was one of the kids to recently hangout at the sandlot, he was friendly, and funny, but not as talkative as the others. He was smart in his own way, he could invent, and build, yet lacked any street smarts or social skills. Yet somehow he was friends with Benny and the others. His name was Scott, but most people referred to him by his last name, Smalls, and rarely he was called Scotty. But never Scott.