The Broadway Ballplayers
9 primary works
Book 1
I'm Molly. My friends say I'm like a bull in a china shop when I play soprts. But my bruised knees and elbows never hurt when we win.
Penny's my name. Sometimes people call me Big Time or Sweet P because of my smooth moves...and when we lose, I take all the blame.
I'm Rosie. I don't really talk much. My coach doesn't like that I'm the only girl on the baseball team. I can't wait to strike him out.
Don't let my friends fool ya. I'm Wil, the best and brightest Ballplayer of this bunch. Now can somebody please tell my coach to put me in the game?
I'm Angel, the oldest Ballplayer. With my foot injuries and problems between my parents, the Ballplayers help get me through the tough times.
As the new summer basketball league kicks off, these five freinds team up to form the Broadway Ballplayers. But Molly and the others run into some serious competition both on and off the court. Can they bring the championship home to Broadway Avenue?
Book 2
Some kids told me they'd pay cold cash just to have one of my nicknames. Even the big-talking boys begged me for games of one-on-one. Audiences crowded the courts as I smiled politely, racked up my points, and took care of my basketball business.
The fans always rooted for me, which was cool, but I needed a break from the hoops spotlight. I thought going to soccer camp with the ballplayers would give me a chance to live in someone else's shadow for once. But when we arrived, the coaches pegged me as the superstar the second I stepped out of the car. Soon I found myself running with a few campers who bent the rules....
Meet the Ballplayers -- a fearless five with a passion for sports, hanging with friends, and life on Broadway Avenue.
Book 3
The coaches and parents didn't even bother to whisper. To them, I was not an all-star. I was the girl playing shortstop. I was the girl up to bat. I was the easy out.
For weeks, I went to practice and stared down a coach who lobbed me the ball and stuck me on the bench. Then I went home to a father who told me I needed to play harder and study more. Nothing I did on the field or in school was ever enough.
One day I stood up at the plate with what felt like three strikes already against me. It came down to one pitch, one swing...one moment to prove them all wrong.
-- Rosie
Book 4
Book 4
I should be player of the game!
All my coach had to do was open her eyes. Then she'd see my all-star, MVP, All-American potential and I could start filling up my trophy case. Yet for reasons beyond my comprehension, I ended up riding the pine and singing the blues ninety-nine percent of the time.
Then my volleyball woes took a back seat to the task of bringing the gold home to Broadway Ave. in the Brightest Stars academic competition. While my dad worked double shifts to pay the bills, I knew my mother was watching over me from heaven.
I had to get in the game and I had to win.
-- Wil
Book 5
I sprinted from soccer to cross-country practice, quietly reminding myself what I had to do to make it through the season. Staying in motion was the only way to keep the pain in my feet under control.
If my friends or coaches found out how badly my feet hurt, they'd prevent me from playing both sports, from doing the only things that could take my mind off my other big secret: the problems my parents were having.
"-- Angel
Book 5
Book 6
Book 7