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Mike Lupica is one of the most prominent sportswriters in America and is the recipient of the prestigious Damon Runyon Award for excellence in journalism. His longevity at the top of his field is based on his experience and insider’s knowledge, coupled with a provocative presentation that takes an uncompromising look at the tumultuous world of professional sports. Today he is a syndicated columnist for the New York Daily News, which includes his popular “Shooting from the Lip” column, which appears every Sunday.He began his newspaper career covering the New York Knicks for the New York Post at age 23. He became the youngest columnist ever at a New York paper with the New York Daily News, which he joined in 1977. For more than 30 years, Lupica has added magazines, novels, sports biographies, other non-fiction books on sports, as well as television to his professional resume. For the past fifteen years, he has been a TV anchor for ESPN’s The Sports Reporters. He also hosted his own program, The Mike Lupica Show on ESPN2.In 1987, Lupica launched “The Sporting Life” column in Esquire magazine. He has published articles in other magazines, including Sport, World Tennis, Tennis, Golf Digest, Playboy, Sports Illustrated, ESPN: The Magazine, Men’s Journal and Parade. He has received numerous honors, including the 2003 Jim Murray Award from the National Football Foundation.Mike Lupica co-wrote autobiographies with Reggie Jackson and Bill Parcells, collaborated with noted author and screenwriter, William Goldman on Wait ‘Till Next Year, and wrote The Summer of ’98, Mad as Hell: How Sports Got Away from the Fans and How We Get It Back and Shooting From the Lip, a collection of columns. In addition, he has written a number of novels, including Dead Air, Extra Credits, Limited Partner, Jump, Full Court Press, Red Zone, Too Far and national bestsellers Wild Pitch and Bump and Run. Dead Air was nominated for the Edgar Allen Poe Award for Best First Mystery and became a CBS television move, “Money, Power, Murder” to which Lupica contributed the teleplay. Over the years he has been a regular on the CBS Morning News, Good Morning America and The MacNeil-Lehrer Newshour. On the radio, he has made frequent appearances on Imus in the Morning since the early 1980s.His previous young adult novels, Travel Team, Heat, Miracle on 49th Street, and the summer hit for 2007, Summer Ball, have shot up the New York Times bestseller list. Lupica is also what he describes as a “serial Little League coach,” a youth basketball coach, and a soccer coach for his four children, three sons and a daughter. He and his family live in Connecticut.

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Chapter oneMrs. Cora walked slowly up River Avenue in the summer heat, secure within the boundaries of her world. The great ballpark, Yankee Stadium, was on her right. The blue subway tracks were above her, the tracks colliding up there with the roar of the train as it pulled into the station across the street from the Stadium, at 161st Street and River.The two constants in my life, Mrs. Cora thought: baseball and the thump thump thump of another train, like my own personal rap music. She had her green purse over her arm, the one that was supposed to look more expensive than it really was, the one the boys upstairs had bought for her birthday. Inside the purse, in the bank envelope, was the one hundred dollars—Quik Cash they called it—she had just gotten from Bank of New York ATM machine. Her food money. But she was suddenly too tired to go back to the Imperial Market. Mrs. C, as the kids in her building called her, was preparing for what could feel like the toughest part of her whole day, the walk back up the hill to 825 Gerard from the Stadium. Now she moved past all the stores selling Yankee merchandise—Stan’s Sports World, Stan the Man’s Kids and Ladies, Stan the Man’s Baseball World—wondering as she did sometimes if there was some famous Yankee who had been named Stan. He hit her from behind. She was in front of Stan’s Bar and Restaurant, suddenly falling to her right, onto the sidewalk in front of the window as she felt the green purse being pulled from her arm, as if whoever it was didn’t care if he took Mrs. Cora’s arm with it. Mrs. Cora hit the ground hard, rolled on her side, feeling dizzy, but turning herself to watch this . . . what? This boy not much bigger than some of the boys at 825 Gerard? Watched him sprint down River Avenue as if faster than the train that was right over her head this very minute, pulling into the elevated Yankee Stadium stop. Mrs. Cora tried to make herself heard over the roar of the 4 train. “Stop,” Mrs. Cora said. Then, as loud as she could manage: “Stop thief!” There were people reaching down to help her now, neighborhood people she was sure, voices asking if she was all right, if anything was broken. All Mrs. Cora could do was point toward 161st Street. “My food money,” she said, her voice cracking. Then a man’s voice above her was yelling, “Police!” Mrs. Cora looked past the crowd starting to form around her, saw a policeman come down the steps from the subway platform, saw him look right at her, and then the flash of the boy making a left around what she knew was the far outfield part of the Stadium. The policeman started running, too. The thief’s name was Ramon. He was not the smartest sixteen-year-old in the South Bronx. Not even close to being the smartest, mostly because he had always treated school like some sort of hobby. He was not the laziest, either, this he knew, because there were boys his age who spent much more time on the streetcorner and sitting on the stoop than he did. But he was lazy enough, and hated the idea of work even more than he hated the idea of school, which is why he preferred to occasionally get his spending money stealing purses and handbags like the Hulk-green one he had in his hand right now. As far as Ramon could tell at this point in his life, the only real job skill he had was this:He was fast. He had been a young soccer star of the neighborhood in his early teens, just across the way on the fields of Joseph Yancy park, those fields a blur to him right now as he ran on the sidewalk at the back end of Yankee Stadium, on his way to the cobblestones of Ruppert Place, which ran down toward home plate. “Stop! Police!” Ramon heard from behind him. He looked around, saw the fat cop starting to chase him, wobbling like a car with a flat tire. Fat chance, Ramon thought. Ramon’s plan was simple: He would cut across Ruppert Place and run down the hill to Macombs Dam Park, across the basketball courts there, then across the green expanse of outfield that the two ballfields shared there. Then he would hop the fence at the far end of Macombs Dam Park and run underneath the overpass for the exit from the Deegan Expressway, one of the Stadium exits. And then Ramon would be gone, working his way back toward the neighborhoods to the north, with all their signs pointing toward the George Washington Bridge, finding a quiet place to count his profits and decide which girl he would spend them on tonight.“Stop . . . I mean it!” the fat cop yelled. Ramon looked over his shoulder, saw that the cop was already falling behind, trying to chase and yell and speak into the walkie-talkie he had in his right hand all at once. It made Ramon want to laugh his head off, even as he ran. No cop had ever caught him and no cop ever would, unless they had begun recruiting Olympic sprinters for the New York Police Department. He imagined himself as a sprinter now, felt his arms and legs pumping, thought of the old Cuban sprinter his father used to tell him about.Juan something? No, no. Juantarena. Alberto Juantarena. His father said it was like watching a god run. And his father, the old fool, wasn’t even Cuban, he was Dominican. The only Dominican who wanted to talk about track stars instead of baseball. Whatever. Ramon ran now, across the green grass of Macombs Dam Park, where boys played catch in the July morning, ran toward the fence underneath the overpass. It wasn’t even noon yet, Ramon thought, and I’ve already earned a whole day’s pay.He felt the sharp pain in the back of his head in that moment, like a rock hitting him back there. Then Ramon went down like somebody had tackled him from behind. What the . . . ? Ramon, who wasn’t much of a thinker, tried to think what had just happened to him, but his head hurt too much. Then he went out. When the thief opened his eyes, his hands were already cuffed in front of him.The fat policeman stood with a skinny boy, a tall, skinny boy with long arms and long fingers attached to them, wearing a Yankee T-shirt, a baseball glove under his arm. “What’s your name, kid?” The one on the ground said, “Ramon,” thinking the policeman was talking to him. The cop looked down, as if he’d forgotten Ramon was there. “Wasn’t talking to you.” “Michael,” the skinny boy said. “Michael Arroyo.” “And you’re telling me you got him with this from home plate?” The cop held up a baseball that looked older than the old Stadium that rose behind them to the sky. “Got lucky, I guess,” Michael said. The cop smiled, rolling the ball around in his hand. “You lefty or righty?” Now Michael smiled and held up his left hand, like he was a boy with the right answer in class. “Home plate to dead center?” the cop said. Michael nodded, like now the cop had come up with the right answer. “You got some arm, kid,” the cop said. “That’s what they tell me,” Michael said.

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Age Range: 10 and up

Grade Level: 5 - 6

Lexile Measure: 940L (What's this?)

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Paperback: 256 pages

Publisher: Puffin Books; Reprint edition (March 1, 2007)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 9780142407578

ISBN-13: 978-0142407578

ASIN: 0142407577

Product Dimensions:

5.4 x 0.6 x 8.2 inches

Shipping Weight: 8.8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)

Average Customer Review:

4.6 out of 5 stars

177 customer reviews

Amazon Best Sellers Rank:

#24,153 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

This was a gift for my teenage daughter. She loved it & couldn't put it down

This book was in great condition and arrived as expected. It was, however, shipped secondary after the wrong item was accidentally sent to us. But, it did not take long to get the correct one sent to us, and we got to keep the first book, which gave them another book to read. Great work by the seller putting customers' needs first. It was ordered as a project book for one of my children's school classes, and my child has been exstatic about reading it. I have received positive feedback from her thus far, which is really special to us.I remember when I was a child how I would hate to read. And even when I had to I would do so with contempt, I believe, because I would get no praise or involvement from my parents. They weren't much on reading either. And having went to college as an adult, I've come to realize how important it is to instill a passion for reading in our children, and books like "Heat" are perfect for young readers like ours.

Heat is a book about two brothers, Carlos and Michael, and the challenges they have to conquer in order to succeed. The story is a drama about both friendship and baseball. There are many things I liked and I didn't like in the book. First of all, I enjoyed how the book did not let you know what would happen next. I had no idea if any of the plans to stay together as a family after their dad died would work. When it came to the main characters, I really liked them. I was glad the book was not written from Justin's point of view, who was a mean kid Michael played against. I liked how the storyline was original and bold in that it was did not have a regular fairytale ending. I did not like how the writer did not talk about the boys' mother very much. It seemed like their mother was a ghost, and I wanted to know more about her. I found the beginning of the book confusing to figure out what was happening. The author did not give a lot of detail to the locations of the baseball games and exactly who some of the characters they mentioned were to the boys. I have some lingering questions about the book, like: How did Papi, Michael, and Carlos arrive in New York City? How come the government did not figure out the main characters were illegal immigrants? How did El Grande's family successfully make it to the USA if they were being tailed by the police so closely? Heat was fascinating to me because it book is cannot be compared to any book or movie that I have read or seen before. There a lot of little league baseball movies and books but none compare to this book. The storyline of Heat sets it apart from other baseball books because you really see where the characters are coming from. I have three favorite quotes from Heat. The first is from page 143, when Manny's uncle, Uncle Tio, says, "Silencio, no hay que gritas, no se vaya a despectar." This is funny because Uncle Tio is telling Michael not to scream and wake up the cat. Michael is glad Mr. Gibbs does not speak Spanish because Mr. Gibbs may realize that Uncle Tio is not the boy's dead father. Another good quote is when Michael and Uncle Tio hug when Uncle Tio is faking being Papi. They are both acting like father and son in front of Mr. Gibbs. Uncle Tio says, "My son," then whispered in Michael's ear saying, "Top that, dude." The best quote of all is when Manny and Michael are in the security check area of Yankee Stadium with El Grande and Ellie, who is El Grande's daughter and Michael's crush. Then Ellie asks Manny and Michael, "Are you ready?," asking them about playing in a tournament at Yankee Stadium. Manny says, "Are you kidding? We were born ready." I would almost definitely recommend this book to all ages, from little league to big league baseball players, to anyone person from any sport because it helps all athletes realize what they are playing for.

I bought this book for my grandson who loves reading books about baseball. It is a novel written by a famous writer. My grandson has not read it yet but he says he will soon. He said it looks like a good story. Recommend!

My ten year old loves playing outside...reading , not so much. Until I got him this. He ripped through it in a couple of days and now wants more Mike Lupica books.

This book was on the summer reading list for my eleven year old son. This is now his favorite book. I enjoyed it as well. It was a very well told story that kept the reader engaged throughout.

My grandson loved the book.

Purchased to read as part of graduate school class on diversity and ELL students. This would be an enjoyable read for your kids or students of your own. Perfect for a baseball fan, but the likable and diverse characters make this a fun book for any middle school aged boy/girl.

I am glad you had it because the one bookstore that is left in the world did not have it. You would think if a middle school recommends certain books for summer reading they would carry it.. Thanks

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