Series: Copper Valley Fireballs #1
Release Date: May 19, 2020
Elliott, you don’t mess with what’s working. And what’s working is him keeping
his pants zipped and doing all of his scoring on the field.
he’s been traded to baseball’s lovable losers—aka my home team and my reason
for living every March through October—I do what any rational, dedicated,
obsessed fan would do.
spending time with him.
as the guy who’s going to help save my favorite team and finally bring home a
championship ring, but as the guy who’s helping me in my quest to bring back
the team’s old mascot. Who also loves making pancake and bacon sandwiches. And
who would do almost anything for his love of the game.
of celibacy in the name of winning?
featuring the world’s most superstitious sports fan, baseball’s oldest virgin
hero, a rogue meatball, an adorable puppy with a cussing problem, and the best
lovable losers. It stands alone and comes with a happily ever after more
satisfying than a game-winning grand slam.
Montana, aka a woman on a mission
meant to become a criminal. But in the grand scheme of life, I don’t think I’m
technically engaging in criminal behavior.
if it is, you could call it a crime of passion.
passionate in my belief that while the Fireballs need to make changes to halt
their record-breaking streak of being the worst losing team ever to play
professional baseball, they don’t need to do it with a new mascot. Which is why
I decided to take two weeks off work and fly to Florida for spring training,
where I’m not saying that I’ve snuck into my home team’s ballpark after hours
to steal the worst proposed mascot costume, but I’m not saying I haven’t
actually let a meatball make the final cut.
least another full season to get over the fact that the new Fireballs ownership
killed the last mascot, and here they are, letting fans vote on replacing
Fiery the Dragon with flaming meatballs.
myself while I creep through the darkened concrete hallways with a flaming
meatball swallowing half of my body.
going to steal a giant meatball costume, it’s best to act like you know what
you’re doing. And striding out of here with zero shame means two things—one, no
one’s going to stop me, and two, even if they do, I’m incognito.
perfect crime to counter the crime of killing Fiery.
turn away from the door that I left propped open for myself after hiding out in
the family bathroom after today’s game when voices drift toward me.
familiar, but as I get closer to my final turn, I realize the voices are
between me and my exit.
stroll on by, flash a thumbs-up, pretend like I’m heading out to prank the
Fireballs at the team compound they’re all staying at, or to make a fast-food
run for publicity.
I know what I’m doing inside this mascot costume is as easy as breathing. When
you’ve seen thousands of baseball games in your lifetime, it’s not hard.
suck in a surprised breath, because that’s Brooks Elliott.
Fireballs’ newest acquisition. Like, so new he arrived yesterday. A
mid-spring training acquisition, which is practically unheard of.
third base, and he hits the ball like it’s evil incarnate and he’s an avenging
angel and it’s his job to send that evil into another dimension.
the reason we legitimately have a shot at making it to the post-season.
going to hyperventilate like I did the last time I was face-to-face with a
to be a mascot?
talking to the gods.
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