Its 1997 and you're at the sandlot. Your brother, Scotty Smalls was playing a local game with a few kids. He said their names were Benny, Hams, Squints, and Yeah-Yeah. You didn't care for baseball, but you knew almost everything about it from your brother. Benny was the 'captain'. He formed the team and bossed them all around. He was unknown in the California neighborhood. He was an underdog. He only had those boys who were his friends and no girls liked him. Well... some did but they were freaks. Benny was cold and tough. If you got to know this Latino baseball boy, he was overprotective, polite, and so sweet. In a world full boys, he's a gentleman. As he got up to bat, his cold focused stare wandered off over to you and softened as quick as light.