"Jesse!" Amanda called. "JESSE!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Jesse said, going down the stairs, before his mom had an aneurism.

"You're joining the baseball team." Amanda said, "Here's your jersey." She tossed him a blue jersey with Belles printed largely on the front.

"Uh, how about no?" Jesse said.

"No, c'mon!" Amanda asked. Was she actually begging? She didn't know.

"I'm not playing on a team called the Belles, mom." Jesse told her.

"Please?" Amanda asked. "Please, please, please?"

"Why?" Jesse asked.

"Because I'm desperate!" Amanda shrieked. "We need a pitcher, Katie sucks!"

"Ok, only if you buy those season passes to the Angels games." Jesse said. "And my jersey only says B on it, ok?"

"Deal!" Amanda yelled. She hugged her son.

"Ewwww, gross, mom."

………………………

"Guys, this is Jesse." Amanda told them. "He's our pitcher."

Ryan looked at Jesse. "A boy?"

"Yeah, doesn't that, like, screw up the meaning of an all girls team?" Callie asked.

"Well said." Ali told her.

"Well, I'm sure Lane will tell us a word that will fit there." Callie said.

Lane pulled Callie's hair.

Jesse threw a mitt at Ryan. "Catch for me."

After throwing some pitches, the girls decided that Jesse was ok for the team.

……………………..

"Guys we did fine." Amanda said. "Tying is fine. We're playing fine. We'll get better."

"Not with out some more help." Ryan said to Suze.

Which is why they were watching the games, wearing baseball hats, Ryan sporting Red Sox and Suze sporting the Blue Jays, and huge sunglasses.

"So what are we looking for?" Suze said.

"A catcher or something." Ryan said. "I hate catching."

"What about him?" Suze said.

They two girls ran up to the fence, and peered through. The guy had thrown to second, got the unfortunate Mariner out, and had the ball thrown back to him, and got the Mariner going to home out.

"Yeah." Ryan said. "He'd be good."

Suze and Ryan laughed, and went over to the dugout.

The catcher had walked over to the dugout, and taken his helmet off. He was actually a she.

"Whoa." Ryan said, completely thinking that the catcher was a guy.

She had blonde hair slightly past her shoulders, with a small pixie nose sprinkled with freckles. Her eyes were bright blue, and she looked very athletic.

"Hey!" Suze yelled. She ran into the dugout, with Ryan. Many stares were glanced her way.

"Hey, I'm Ryan, this is Suze,"

"Uh, hi." The catcher said.

"Are you on this team?" Suze asked.

"No, I'm subbing."

"Oh, so then you can play for the Belles then?" Suze asked.

"No." She said. And she walked away.

"Don't you know who that is?" A Dodger asked.

"No." Ryan said.

"That's Kelsey Newman." He said.

"She's the toughest person in baseball and softball." Number 5 said.

"What do you mean?" Suze asked.

"She's broken ankles, sprained wrists, gotten into fights with people that she thought were out…"

"You name it." Number 18 said. "She's done it."

"But she's good." Ryan said.

"Yeah, she'll hit a homerun for ya every time up at bat." Number 5 said.

"Perfect." Ryan and Suze said at the same time. The linked arms and went out of the dugout. Suze waved to the boys, and then the two of them ran off.