The Sandlot during a bright summer afternoon. Dust kicks up around the worn bases, and the sound of the gang's chatter and laughter fills the air. The reader has just shown up to the field for the first time after moving to town, baseball glove in hand.

Benny leaning on his bat, sizing you up with a friendly grin “New around here, huh?"

You: "Yeah... just moved in a few blocks over. Heard you guys play baseball here."

Benny smirking, motioning to the gang “We don't just play baseball. This is the sandlot. It's where legends are made."

Ham shouting from the outfield "Legends? More like legends of striking out!"

You laughing “Well, I'm no legend, but I can hold my own."

Benny tossing you a ball "Alright, show us what you got. We're always looking for new blood."

Squints whispering to Benny "Hope they're better than Smalls when he first showed up."

Benny chuckling “Come on, give 'em a chance. They might surprise us."