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Product Description From New York Times bestselling author Mike Lupica comes a story about a young basketball player confronting the truth about his hero and grappling with right and wrong on and off the court. Gramps is Lucas’s hero, which is second only to the fact that he is also Lucas’s basketball coach. Gramps coached the team to victory in the championships last year, and when he decides to come out of retirement to coach another season, Lucas is thrilled. This season will absolutely be the greatest yet. So when his English teacher challenges the class to write a biography of the person they most admire, Lucas can’t think of anyone he’d rather write about. Except...Gramps is being cagey. He avoids every question Lucas asks, and gets angry every time Lucas brings up his past as a hotshot basketball player. Lucas can’t help but wonder—is there something Gramps is trying to hide? And if there is, will Lucas be prepared to face the truth about the man he thought he knew? With basketball championships fast approaching, time is running out for Lucas to decide. About the Author Mike Lupica is the author of multiple bestselling books for young readers, including the Home Team series, QB 1, Heat, Travel Team, Million-Dollar Throw, and The Underdogs. He has carved out a niche as the sporting world’s finest storyteller. Mike lives in Connecticut with his wife and their four children. When not writing novels, he writes for Daily News (New York) and is an award-winning sports commentator. You can visit Mike Lupica at MikeLupicaBooks.com. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One ONE Lucas Winston loved basketball the most when it was just him and Gramps in the park. He also loved being on the seventh-grade town team in Claremont. He loved playing in the Twin Lakes League season, against all the other town teams in their area. He loved the fact that his sixth-grade team had won the Twin Lakes championship last year. And he sure didn’t hate that his best friend, Ryan Moretti, was the most gifted big man in the league, and a player who knew what to do with the ball when Lucas passed it to him. “No two boys your age ever ran the pick-and-roll better,” Gramps said to Lucas one time. Gramps had a way of making almost anything into the best he’d ever seen or known, starting with the French toast he’d had for breakfast that morning at the Claremont Diner. “Trust me,” Gramps said. “You know how they say, ‘Ball don’t lie’? When it comes to analyzing basketball, I don’t either.” “I know,” Lucas said. “Nobody knows more about basketball than you do.” Last year Sam Winston had been the only grandfather coaching in the Twin Lakes League, and the Claremont Wolves had won their first title since before Lucas was even born. The parents on the board of directors were so happy with the job he’d done, they asked him to come back and coach the seventh graders this season, even though he’d announced he was retiring. Lucas never believed Gramps’s heart was really in retiring. He knew he’d never stop loving basketball the way he did, and would always want to teach it. So Lucas had been the one to talk him out of it. At the time he said to his grandfather, “You and I are the best team in town. And I’m not letting you break up that team.” Lucas believed it too. He knew Gramps had taught him as much about being a good teammate as he had about being a good point guard. Persuading Gramps to come back was just one more way of being the best teammate he could be. Lucas’s grandfather was really the only father Lucas had ever known. His real father had died of cancer right after Lucas was born. So they had always been a team, and not just in basketball. Sam Winston had never been too busy for Lucas, even before he’d retired from driving a USPS truck and delivering the mail. It wasn’t too cold tonight under the lights at Westley Park. Tryouts were over for this year’s Wolves. The roster had been set. Their
