My son's book, he loved it.
Sylvester loved baseball, but he wasn't what you'd call a good hitter. He had already decided against joining the Redbirds when he met George Baruth. "I'm going to help you become one of the best palyers ever," the mysterious man promised. Before long Sylvester was hitting home runs every time he was a t bat. But along with his good luck came troubling questions...
Sylvester loved baseball, but he wasn't what you'd call a good hitter. He had already decided against joining the Redbirds when he met George Baruth. "I'm going to help you become one of the best palyers ever," the mysterious man promised. Before long Sylvester was hitting home runs every time he was a t bat. But along with his good luck came troubling questions...
