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T H E R E N O V A T I O N 1 5<br />
Charles Willis turned away from his father and focused on the pitcher and<br />
batter once again. The young teen had been called Chase since he began<br />
to crawl.<br />
His grandfather had been watching the child one afternoon and had<br />
spent a breathless few hours, always a few steps behind the crawling<br />
infant. When his mother had asked how the afternoon went, his grandpa,<br />
exhausted and exasperated, had replied, “I spent the whole afternoon giving<br />
chase.”<br />
His mother had laughed, and from that moment on the speedy infant<br />
was named Chase.<br />
Chase always dreaded the start of school when his teachers would<br />
inevitably call out “Charles Willis.” He would redden as his classmates<br />
giggled. “It’s Chase, not Charles,” he would correct ever so politely. “My<br />
mom gave that name to me.”<br />
Chase squinted at the stands and dug his toe in the edge of the infield,<br />
a few steps off first base. Couldn’t he have just tossed the ball back? Did he<br />
have to bow?<br />
Chase tried to forget his father’s presence. He smacked his hand into<br />
his glove, adjusted the bill of his cap, and waited for the next pitch.<br />
The Franklin Flyers were the heavy favorites to win the Little League<br />
Junior Baseball Tournament at the end of summer. Due to a string of late<br />
birthdays of their fourteen-year-olds, virtually their entire team remained<br />
intact from the previous year. If the Flyers won this year, their triumph<br />
would be the first time in years that any team had won the summer series<br />
back-to-back in any age division.<br />
The Flyers’ pitcher wound up and threw. The batter, a tall boy from<br />
Oil City with bleached hair, swung fast and solid. The ball skittered off<br />
his bat—a line drive hard into the dirt on the first-base side.<br />
Chase hated those hard hits into the dirt, when the ball took mean<br />
and unpredictable bounces. He had a scar just below his bottom lip—<br />
so faint now that even he struggled to find it—that was a reminder of a<br />
fast line drive last summer. He tried not to shut his eyes as he bent<br />
down. He took two steps toward the pitcher’s mound, smothered the<br />
ball with a graceful, athletic swoop, pivoted backward to the base, and