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Jackson, Joe,. 1888-1951. Juvenile fiction.
Jackson, Joe,. 1888-1951. Fiction.
Chicago White Sox (Baseball team). History. Fiction.
Time travel. Fiction.
Gutman's well-received Baseball Card Adventure series features Joe Stoshack, the 13-year-old narrator who can travel back in time by holding a baseball card. When an umpire's bad call results in a loss for Joe's team, he is furious. But when the team's sponsor tells him that life isn't always fair, and illustrates the story of Shoeless Joe Jackson, the boy decides to head back to 1919 and make things right. Young Stoshack's experiences are certainly varied: he spends the night with Jackson and his wife, unexpectedly walking in on her naked not once but twice. He overhears crooks plotting to fix the World Series before he's imprisoned and nearly shot by them; he meets long-dead relatives and tries to cure one of influenza. The story ends with Joe back home. Although he was unable to fulfill his initial purpose, his trip has changed history in other ways. The book ends with Gutman's impassioned plea for readers to join a campaign to clear Shoeless Joe's reputation. A not-quite-believable, but still highly enjoyable time-travel adventure.
Horn Book (Thu Aug 01 00:00:00 CDT 2002)Joe Stoshack, who can travel back in time with the aid of old baseball cards, transports himself to 1919 Cincinnati to prevent Shoeless Joe Jackson from being implicated in the infamous "Black Sox Scandal." Although an intriguing subplot has Joe meeting some of his own ancestors, he functions mainly as an observer in Shoeless Joe's story, making this book less satisfying than others in the series.
Kirkus ReviewsStories of time travel have appealed to readers for generations. Self-hypnosis, machines, time warps, and countless other devices have propelled heroes into amazing adventures. Thirteen-year-old Joe Stoshack has a unique method. He can travel back to any time period by holding on to an appropriate antique baseball card. Using this device, he has met Honus Wagner, Jackie Robinson, and Babe Ruth. In this fourth installment in the series, he travels to the year 1919, when America is reeling from the losses of The Great War, and even more so from the influenza epidemic that has killed millions, and when baseball is nearly destroyed as a result of the notorious "Black Sox Scandal." Our hero "Stosh" overhears notorious gambler Arnold Rothstein and his cronies as they plot with members of the Chicago White Sox to throw the World Series. Shoeless Joe Jackson wants no part of the fix. When one of the players gives him $5,000 "on account" from the gamblers, he tries to give it to team owner Comiskey and warn him of what is to come, but he is not believed. Joe plays his heart out, but cannot overcome the maneuvers of those in on the fix. Stosh tries desperately to help Jackson, but he is unable to change the outcome. Jackson will be banned from baseball for life as one of the "eight men out." In charming subplots, Stosh saves the boy who would be his great uncle by giving him the flu medicine he has carried with him into the past and, by virtue of obtaining rare, authentic autographs from the nearly illiterate Jackson, he saves his friend's business when he returns to his own time. Gutman keeps the action fast-paced and exciting. He creates a strong sense of time and place, using photographs and newspaper clippings, as well as Stosh's acute observations, in a neat interweaving of fact and fantasy. In an afterword, he sets the record straight by clearly distinguishing the two elements. An entertaining romp that will appeal to those who love baseball, history, and fantasy. (Fiction. 9-12)
School Library JournalGr 4-7-"Life isn't always fair," the team's sponsor tells 13-year-old Joe "Stosh" Stoshack after an umpire errs in calling him out during the Louisville Little League Championship. To reinforce his message, Flip tells the boy about the 1919 Black Sox Scandal, when gamblers allegedly paid Shoeless Joe Jackson and seven other members of the Chicago White Sox to throw the World Series. They were expelled from baseball for life, but Flip contends that the illiterate Jackson was innocent. What Flip doesn't know is that Stosh can time travel into the past via old baseball cards. He goes back to 1919 to try to save Shoeless Joe and meets him shortly before the fateful payoff is about to be made. The criminals are out to make sure that nothing interferes with their profits and are willing to kill the boy if necessary. Antique photographs, baseball cards, and news clippings add to the authentic representation of the time. Action is intense and exciting, both on and off the baseball field, and there are touches of humor when Stosh mixes up his own era with 1919. The story evokes strong sympathy for Jackson, and an endnote suggests that readers write to the Baseball Hall of Fame in support of his induction. The fourth in a series, this novel is an intriguing melding of sports history and science fiction that should be a hit with middle-school readers.-Elaine E. Knight, Lincoln Elementary Schools, IL Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Chapter One
No Fair
"I'll give you five bucks if you get a hit right now, Stoshack," our shortstop Greg Horwitz yelled to me. I'm late for my soccer game.
I wiped my nose on my sleeve and knocked the dirt off my cleats. Yeah, I was going to get a hit. I could feel it in my bones. And we needed one pretty badly.
The guys on my team didn't call it Little League anymore. We were all thirteen now, and we were in the majors. That doesn't mean major-league quality or anything like that, but we could play the game.
In our league, you didn't see kids getting bonked on the head by easy pop-ups like you did when we were in the minors. You didn't see kids crying when they struck out. You didn't see kids standing around the outfield watching planes fly by. We came to play ball. By this time, the kids who couldn't hack it had switched to playing musical instruments or doing art or whatever kids do who don't play sports anymore.
I live in Louisville, Kentucky, which in case you don't know is just across the Ohio River from Indiana. The Kentucky Derby -- a famous horse race -- is held here each May. But since I'm a baseball fan, my favorite part of town is the Louisville Slugger Museum on West Main Street. They've got a baseball bat outside that's six stories high.
I wiped my nose again and looked over at Coach Tropiano standing in foul territory near third base. He clapped his hands together twice, then rubbed the palm of his right hand across the words Flip's Fan Club on his shirt. The swing away sign. Good. No way I want to be bunting at a time like this.
I wiped away some more snot and wished my nose would stop running. I was just getting over the flu, but I hadn't quite shaken it yet. My mom didn't want me to play until I was all better. But it was the play-offs! If I waited until I was all better, the season would be over.
Five bucks, Stoshack, Horwitz hollered as I walked up to the plate.
Give ya ten if ya strike out, the catcher cracked.
And I will eject both of you young men from the game if you continue this line of discussion, warned the umpire, Mr. Kane, the science teacher at my school, who umpires some of our games in his spare time. The catcher and I looked at him, and then at each other. What a spoilsport! The guy has no sense of humor.
I got into the batter's box and dug my right cleat into the dirt five inches from the plate.
C'mon, Joey, my mom shouted from the third-base bleachers. Blast one outta here, baby!
It had taken a long time, but I had finally taught my mom enough baseball chatter so she wouldn't make a fool of herself. Used to be, she would shout the lamest things when I came to bat. Stuff like, Hit a touchdown! Sometimes I would have to pretend I wasn't related to her.
I wiped more snot off my nose and glanced at the scoreboard. 5-5. The bases were loaded. One out. Bottom of the sixth. Last inning of a one-game play-off between us and Yampell Jewelers. Nothing like a little pressure to get a guy motivated.
If I could drive in Chase, our runner on third, we'd win the Louisville Little League Championship. If I couldn't, the game would end in a tie and we'd have to play Yampell again next Saturday.
The Little League officials are convinced that our thirteen-year-old bodies are too frail and fragile to play extra innings. Me, I could play all day.
The pitcher stared at me. I pumped my bat across the plate a few times to show him I meant business. Mentally, I counted the seven things that could happen that would get that winning run home.
1. I could get a hit and be the hero, of course. That would be my preference.
2. I could draw a walk and force the run in.
3. Somebody could make an error.
4. The pitcher could throw a wild pitch.
5. There could be a passed ball.
6. I could fly out to the outfield, and Chase could tag up and score.
7. I could ground out, and the runner on third would score on the play.
The pitcher looked nervous. I licked my lips.
Let's go, Matthew! somebody yelled from the first-base bleachers. Strike this guy out.
If you ever get a hit in your whole life, Chase yelled through cupped hands, get one now!
I blinked my eyes hard a few times in the hope that I wouldn't have to blink when the ball was coming toward the plate.
I really didn't want to have to play these guys again next Saturday. Half the guys on our team would be away at a soccer tournament in Lexington. They happened to be our best players. The soccer coach hates baseball and gets crazy if any of his players miss a soccer game to play baseball. But baseball is the only game I play. I really wanted to end the game now.
The pitcher went into his windup and reared back to throw. When the ball was about halfway to the plate, I suddenly realized there was another thing that could happen that would bring the runner on third home.
8. I could get hit by a pitch.
The ball was coming straight at my head.
I don't know if you've ever been in a situation like this, but there's no way to think rationally. You just let your instincts tell you what to do, like a wild animal trying to survive in the jungle.
Shoeless Joe & Me. Copyright © by Dan Gutman. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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When Joe Stoshack hears about Shoeless Joe Jackson -- and the gambling scandal that destroyed the star player's career -- he knows what he has to do. If he travels back in time with a 1919 baseball card in his hand, he just might be able to prevent the infamous Black Sox Scandal from ever taking place. And if he could do that, Shoeless Joe Jackson would finally take his rightful place in the Baseball Hall of Fame.
But can Stosh prevent that tempting envelope full of money from making its way to Shoeless Joe's hotel room before the big game?