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Published in: The ball came down into Pete Mullaney's hands, Pete in perfect stride, just crossing the Hollins Hills yard line. His mom was carrying the envelope with the money in it in her purse. They all knew the game was over, even with the clock showing two minutes, straight up, left. Just a lot tougher. Nate said, "What do you have to do, go through some kind of tournament like you do in Pass, Punt and Kick?
Playing football comes easy to him, but other things in his life have been more challenging lately. School work does not come easy to Nate, and he is very upset about what is happening to his friend, Abby. Nate's friends call him "Brady" because a pro football player, Tom Brady, is his idol. At the beginning of Chapter1, Nate is playing a great game, and he hopes his Mom is catching it all on video to show to his Dad later.
Coach Rivers commends Nate for his great throws in the game, and the team wins Nate's parents Browse all BookRags Study Guides. All rights reserved. Toggle navigation.
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View the Study Pack. Plot Summary. Chapters 1, 2, 3 and 4. Chapters 5, 6, 7 and 8. Chapters 9, 10, 11 and Then he turned and just tossed the ball to the referee, because if you played on a team with Nate Brodie, if he was the one throwing you the ball, you knew enough not to do some kind of crazy touchdown dance afterward.
Nate was running down the sideline now, almost as fast as Pete just had.
By the time Nate got to Pete, the little wide receiver was on the Valley sideline, waiting for him with his arms stretched wide. Nate, taller than Pete by a whole helmet, grabbed him, picked him up, put him down just as quickly, as much celebration as he was going to allow himself, mostly because there was still some game left to play.
Pete Mullaney shook his head, smiling from behind his face mask. Nate ran over to Coach Rivers then, to get the play Coach wanted them to run on the conversion. Then he ran back on thefield and told his teammates he was faking to LaDell and then taking it in himself, on a roll to his left.
Nobody touched him. They all knew the game was over, even with the clock showing two minutes, straight up, left. He and Pete ran off the field together, knowing that the fortyyarder they'd just hooked up on had put this one in the books. When Nate got back to the bench, Coach Rivers gave him a simple handshake.
The big news was that after more than a year of saving up birthday money from relatives, Christmas money, and allowance money, Nate finally had earned enough for his share of the football. This was the signed Tom Brady ball that he'd spotted in the trophy case at SportStuff the summer after he'd finished sixth grade.
Nate was smart enough about collectibles to know that this wasn't the only signed football from Brady in the world. He knew from asking the man at the store that this particular ball was part of a new "limited edition" from Brady, and it came with a certificate of authenticity.
Nate read about money in sports all the time, read about the money the top athletes, including Tom Brady, were making. But since he'd had his eye on this ball, it wasn't their salaries that seemed like the biggest number in sports. When he told his mom and dad about it, they told him that if he was willing to save up, if it was the present he wanted the most, they would pay half.
It would be a way of earning something off the field the way he always had on it. Or earning a good grade in school, which they always told him should mean even more to him, because they all knew school came harder to him.
And his parents had stayed with the promise even though things were different now in their house than they had been when he'd finished sixth grade. Everything was different now that his dad was working two jobs after losing the only one Nate had ever known him to have, at the big commercial real estate company he used to work for.
For all Nate knew, his parents had been saving up for the Brady ball right along with him, waiting for the day when there was finally enough money in the top drawer of his desk to make the trip to SportStuff he'd been dreaming about for what seemed like forever.
SportStuff had become one of the biggest sporting goods chains in New England. They didn't just sell the usual "stuff," sneakers and spikes and jerseys and T-shirts, basketballs and hockey sticks and gloves and bats and balls. That's where the coolest stuff in the place really was. The collectibles, all the signed balls and jerseys and memorabilia, all authentic. Signed sneakers, some of them looking as big as a bathtub to Nate.
Baseball and football cards, some real old, some real valuable, perfectly preserved behind or under glass. But nothing was more valuable, at least to Nate's eyes, than the Brady ball. Tom Brady had been Nate's guy from the time Nate first started playing organized football in the fourth grade and started watching pro football games with his dad on Sunday afternoons.
That was the day he'd driven the Patriots down the field at the end of the game even though he was basically a rookie.
Brady had driven them down the field against a Rams team Nate knew from his dad was a two-touchdown favorite, got them close enough to the end zone that Adam Vinatieri could do something he would do again a few years later for the Patriots: The first time, though, was the one Nate knew he would always remember best.
He didn't understand everything that was happening in the game, didn't understand everything the announcers were saying, no matter how patient his dad had been explaining things. Nate just understood in his heart that there was magic in the room that night, not just because he was getting to stay up later than he ever had to watch the ending of a game, but because he was sharing this night and this ending and this one amazing football game with his dad.
Ever since there had been the same kind of magic for Nate every time he watched Brady play quarterback for the Patriots. There was that kind of magic even after Brady hurt his knee and lost that time from the prime of his career.
The two of them had shared something important with that first Super Bowl, even if Tom Brady had never known it. Now, that day in September at SportStuff, Nate was going to hand over his money and take home the Brady ball and put it in the case his mom had bought for him on his birthday, the one that was waiting for him back in his room on his desk.
He had called the store right before they made the drive over, just to make sure that he hadn't miscalculated on the tax. His mom was carrying the envelope with the money in it in her purse.
And there the ball was when they got to the store, right where it always was, directly behind the cash register in The Hall, high up on a shelf between a Kevin Garnett basketball and a bat signed by both David Ortiz and Manny Ramirez of the Red Sox.
But he must've seen what happened to Nate then, Nate actually feeling his legs buckle, as if somebody had brought him down from behind in the open field.
So right away the man said, "Sorry. Bad joke. Abby, standing next to Nate, said, "Just a bad joke? You're being way too easy on yourself, Mister. It was when the ball was in Nate's hands, a ball that Brady had to have handled if only long enough to sign it with a Sharpie, that Abby had noticed the entry forms. The man was still counting out the money at the time. While he did, Abby got right up on top of the little poster on the counter and started reading out loud.
The poster showed a picture of the Patriots' home stadium, Gillette Stadium. At midfield, they'd set up a billboard with "SportStuff" written in gigantic letters across it.
Only the place in the middle where the two words should have connected was empty. That's where somebody would try to put the million-dollar throw on Thanksgiving night. Abby was right on top of the poster now, squinting, somehow managing to read the contest rules. Nate said, "What do you have to do, go through some kind of tournament like you do in Pass, Punt and Kick?