Grandpa Bill: How's baseball going, Sam?
Sam: Okay.
Grandpa Bill: What's wrong?
Sam: Our first game is tomorrow. And I stink!
Grandpa Bill: You just started to play.
Sam: I can't catch. I can't hit. And . . .
Grandpa Bill: Yes?
Sam: There's a bully on my team.
Sam: A mean bully!
Grandpa Bill: That's too bad.
Grandpa Bill: Wait here. I'll be right back.
Grandpa Bill: Look what I found!
Sam: It's your baseball glove!
Grandpa Bill: Let's have a catch.
Sam: Okay!
Coach: Good game, boys. We'll win next time.
Carlos: You made a nice catch, Sam.
Sam: Thanks.
Luke: But he still can't hit.
Luke: That's why we lost!
Carlos: Sam runs really fast!
Luke: Anybody can run.
Sam: Oh yeah?
Luke: Yeah!
Sam: I can beat you in a race!
Luke: What?
Sam: Uh . . . uh . . .
Carlos: He said he can beat you in a race.
Luke: Ha! Then let's race—right now!