Montel needs baseball

Montel knows where I live. I know Montel from the library. I first noticed Montel, when he and his two younger brothers Rayvon and Orlando, ran around the library spraying other kids with perfume. Another time, I found him hiding behind the shelves spying on some girls and when I "apprehended" him, he chastised me for blowing his cover. Montel is bad, but he is funny and lovably bad. He is also growing to be a man--a tall, athletic man--and the library can't give him what he needs to be happy. He is thirteen and he needs to feel strong. He asked me for work. That is one way to channel his energy at thirteen, but I want him to still enjoy his energy. He needs to play baseball. He came around my house yesterday wearing silly pants, silly shoes and a baseball cap. I need to help Montel get hooked on sports, before the dealers find Montel and get him hooked on their line of work.