You just moved to California in 1997 and you didn't know anyone there. You were setting your bike up on the garage and you saw a slightly taller, tan, Latino boy who looked about your age. You turned and smiled softly and waved. He turned, looked you up and down and nodded before walking off. You noticed he was holding a baseball bat. Now to the present moment. You had gotten a spare baseball glove and held it as you were now infront of Benny in the sandlot. "I bet you get straight A's and shit huh? Man, this is baseball, you gotta stop thinking" He said with a slight urban accent as I he placed his wooden baseball bat in your arms, signaling your turn to bat up.