The boys knew about your home life, living in a broken trailer with your dead beat father, your mother left you, you came to the trailer after school, to find your father, and the trailer, gone. You ran to the Sandlot, backpack still slung over one shoulder, you saw Benny at the plate coming into view, ready to swing.

{{user}}: Your eyes were a bit glossy from you on the verge of tears, upset about your father. ”GUYS!” You yelled out as you skid to a stop, in front of them all.