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The Off Season
Catherine Gilbert Murdock
Table of Contents

Title Page

Table of Contents

...

Copyright

Dedication

Contents

1. The Jorgensens' Labor Day Picnic

2. An Extra Hand at Evening Milking

3. Football and Barbecue

4. Big Trip to the Big City

5. Skimming Along

6. Dad's Big Fat Turkey Idea

7. A Whole Herd of Trouble Coming My Way

8. Bad News on All Fronts

9. Separations Are Very Stressful

10. Notions That Make Turkeys Look Just Brilliant

11. Mother Problems

12. "He's Just a Friend"

13. A Cabover Camper Really Can Hold Two People

14. Win

15. The Call

16. The Most Difficult Situation I Can Think Of

17. Bill

18. My Own Personal Time Zone

19. Even More Family Trouble

20. Things Are Looking Better—No, I Take That Back

21. Wanted: A Town Full of Strangers

22. Rehab

23. Why the Packers Might Not Totally Suck

24. There Aren't No Miracles on Schwenk Farm

25. Win Wasn't Captain for Nothing

26. Getting to Know the New Normal

27. Big Trip #2

28. Day of Thanks

29. Easy Lives

Acknowledgments

Reading Group Guide

Meet the author

Find out what happens next in D.J.'s life in the final installment of the Dairy Queen trilogy, Front and Center.

G
RAPHIA

H
OUGHTON
M
IFFLIN
H
ARCOURT
Boston New York

Copyright © 2007 by Catherine Gilbert Murdock

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Graphia,
an imprint of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. Originally
published in hardcover in the United States by Houghton Mifflin Books for Children,
an imprint of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 2007.

For information about permission to reproduce selections from
this book, write to Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company,
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Graphia and the Graphia logo are registered trademarks
of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company.

www.hmhbooks.com

The text of this book is set in Dante.

Library of Congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows:
Murdock, Catherine Gilbert.
The off season / by Catherine Gilbert Murdock
p. cm.
Summary: High school junior D.J. staggers under the weight of caring
for her badly injured brother, her responsibilities on the dairy farm, a changing
relationship with her friend Brian, and her own athletic aspirations.
[1. Football—Fiction. 2. Interpersonal relations—Fiction.
3. Farm life—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.M9415Off 2007
[Fic]—dc22
2006029278

ISBN: 978-0-618-68695-7 hardcover
ISBN: 978-0-618-93493-5 paperback

Manufactured in the United States of America
DOM 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

4500286584

To Mimi and Nick,
for their many excellent suggestions

Contents

1.
T
HE
J
ORGENSENS
' L
ABOR
D
AY
P
ICNIC
[>]

2.
A
N
E
XTRA
H
AND AT
E
VENING
M
ILKING
[>]

3.
F
OOTBALL AND
B
ARBECUE
[>]

4.
B
IG
T
RIP TO THE
B
IG
C
ITY
[>]

5.
S
KIMMING
A
LONG
[>]

6.
D
AD'S
B
IG
F
AT
T
URKEY
I
DEA
[>]

7.
A W
HOLE
H
ERD OF
T
ROUBLE
C
OMING
M
Y
W
AY
[>]

8.
B
AD
N
EWS ON
A
LL
F
RONTS
[>]

9.
S
EPARATIONS
A
RE
V
ERY
S
TRESSFUL
[>]

10.
N
OTIONS
T
HAT
M
AKE
T
URKEYS
L
OOK
J
UST
B
RILLIANT
[>]

11.
M
OTHER
P
ROBLEMS
[>]

12.
"H
E'S
J
UST A
F
RIEND
"
[>]

13.
A C
ABOVER
C
AMPER
R
EALLY
C
AN
H
OLD
T
WO
P
EOPLE
[>]

14.
W
IN
[>]

15.
T
HE
C
ALL
[>]

16.
T
HE
M
OST
D
IFFICULT
S
ITUATION
I C
AN
T
HINK
O
F
[>]

17.
B
ILL
[>]

18.
M
Y
O
WN
P
ERSONAL
T
IME
Z
ONE
[>]

19.
E
VEN
M
ORE
F
AMILY
T
ROUBLE
[>]

20.
T
HINGS
A
RE
L
OOKING
B
ETTER
—N
O
I T
AKE
T
HAT
B
ACK
[>]

21.
W
ANTED
: A T
OWN
F
ULL OF
S
TRANGERS
[>]

22.
R
EHAB
[>]

23.
W
HY THE
P
ACKERS
M
IGHT
N
OT
T
OTALLY
S
UCK
[>]

24.
T
HERE
A
REN'T
N
O
M
IRACLES ON
S
CHWENK
F
ARM
[>]

25.
W
IN
W
ASN'T
C
APTAIN FOR
N
OTHING
[>]

26.
G
ETTING TO
K
NOW THE
N
EW
N
ORMAL
[>]

27.
B
IG
T
RIP
#2
[>]

28.
D
AY OF
T
HANKS
[>]

29.
E
ASY
L
IVES
[>]

A
CKNOWLEDGMENTS
[>]

1. The Jorgensens' Labor Day Picnic

E
VERY LABOR DAY
, the Jorgensens—they own Jorgensens' Ice Cream—set up a little ice cream stand right in their yard, which means you can spend the entire Labor Day picnic making yourself ice cream sundaes if that's what you want to do, and for years when I wasn't playing softball or chasing the Jorgensen kids or trying to keep up with my brothers, I'd sit myself at that little booth making one sundae after another until it was time to head home for evening milking, and then a couple miles into the drive I'd bring that whole sundae experience back up, right there on the side of whatever road we happened to make it to. Lately, though, I have a little more self-control. Now I only eat three or four, without marshmallows because I finally figured out that they shouldn't really be part of the whole sundae thing, while I'm hanging out at the pig roast watching guys poke at the fire because apparently it's a law that if you're a guy you have to spend a bunch of time doing that. Then maybe I'll grab one more between innings when I'm not pitching.

That's the other great thing about the picnic: the softball game. Randy Jorgensen has a huge backyard he mows all year for this, and he borrows bases from Little League so it's official and all. He even got an umpire's getup at a garage sale somewhere, and a friend of his who owns a pig farm works every year as umpire after he's got the pig going in the pit.

My mom used to pitch the game. She pitched all through college, and her team was pretty good from what she's told me. Then one year she threw her back out, which isn't that hard to believe considering she doesn't get much exercise these days and, well, she weighs a whole lot more than she used to. She threw out her back so much that she couldn't walk or anything, Dad had to drive her home in the back of the pickup as she lay there like a piece of plywood if plywood could holler to slow down, and she had to spend three weeks on the living room floor until she healed. Which isn't such a swell thing to be doing when you're supposed to be teaching sixth grade and it's the first three weeks of school.

So she's not allowed to pitch anymore. But at least she started exercising again—not for softball but just to lose some weight—which means puffing around the farm fields, swinging her arms in this way that makes me glad she's not walking where anyone can see her. I guess she figures that an elementary school principal, which she is now since she moved up from teaching sixth grade, shouldn't be quite so heavy.

The softball game is always kids against the grownups, from little tiny kids still in diapers to old farmers who get their grandkids to run because they don't have any knees left. There's always lots of arguing about where the teenagers should go. This year Randy Jorgensen made a big plea for Curtis, trying to get him on the grownup side on the grounds that he's one of the tallest people there, which is true, but seeing as he's only going into eighth grade he really does belong on the kids' team.

After Mom hurt her back, Randy tried pitching but he took it way too seriously, and the next year Mom suggested me, and now I guess it's just tradition. Which is nice because I don't play school softball seeing as I run track, and this fall of course I was playing football, which is another whole story in and of itself, so this is how I get my softball fix. Plus I'm not too biased. Mom says I'm Switzerland, which I think she means as a compliment.

Besides, it's not like competitive softball. You mostly just try to get the ball across the plate slow enough for whoever's trying to hit it, and keep it dry from the guys who hit with a beer in their other hand. Some little kids hold the bat out like they've never held a bat before, which some of them haven't, and I'll toss the ball as gently as I can against the bat, which in this game counts as a hit, and the kid will be so surprised they'll just stand there while everyone starts hollering, and their mom will have to take them by the hand to run around the bases, and in the meantime the catcher, who's usually Randy's wife, Cindy, will toss to first but just happen to overthrow, and so the kid will continue on to second just totally amazed, and the second baseman will fumble eight or nine times with a bunch of moaning, and the kid will make it to
third,
and sometimes if there are enough errors the kid will score a home run and walk around on a cloud for the rest of the afternoon.

With other folks, of course, I'm not so nice. Mom always takes a couple turns at bat even though she shouldn't because of her back. All the younger kids in the outfield think this is hilarious, their principal standing there in her big floral shorts and her big pink T-shirt, looking a lot more like a beach ball than a batter. But the older kids know enough to back up. One year she hit the ball so hard it took twenty minutes to find it. I guess she needs to get her softball fix in too, and also needs to teach those kids a lesson or two about mouthing off.

Then there's Curtis, who's always a huge part of the game, and I'm not just talking about his playing. My little brother might not talk to grownups much, or to me, but with little kids he's just amazing. I don't know if it's because they can tell, the way dogs can sometimes, that he's safe and he'll be really nice to them, which he will. Or maybe he's just a lot more comfortable with kids than older folks, and they pick up on that. But wherever he goes where there are little kids, like this picnic, they just flock to him. As soon as Curtis and this girl he was hanging out with sat down on the edge of the softball field, a half-dozen little kids started climbing on him and giggling and asking him questions, and he settled into it like being a human playground was his calling in life. Whenever the littlest kids went up to bat, he'd run the bases with them if they wanted, and in the outfield he'd make sure they got to tag out their dads and uncles, who often tripped really dramatically right before the base so it'd be easier for the kids to get them.

And then when it was Curtis's turn to hit, the kids got so excited they were just exploding. Curtis after all was a state MVP in Little League, which everyone in town knows including the dead people, and when he walked up to home plate, the kids started zipping like bugs around a porch light, and all the folks in the outfield went
way
back, knowing what was coming, and I switched from nice-girl-tossing-the-ball-against-the-bat to big-sister-you-can-eat-this-one mode.

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