Admittedly, I am prejudiced, because I am a fan o David Wiesner’s work. In this nearly wordless picture book, he uses his art to tell the story. It opens with an illustration of a boy standing outside a fence at a baseball field, watching the kids within getting a game going. Then he’s on the edge of the crowd, then approaching the boy who seems to be the leader, who sends the new boy off to the field. After the batter swings, we see our protagonist racing out with his glove outstretched, and with a joyful look on his face the only words in the book repeat the title, right before the boy trips on a root, falling flat, missing the ball while everyone looks on in dismay. Then in the true “Do over” spirit of playground sports, we see a series of fanciful repeats in which the sequence returns to the point where he’s about to catch the ball, with other(s) coming up behind, also with glove(s) outstretched: in one version the root that tripped him is now a full tree; in another the ball grows to the size of an incoming jetliner; in another the whole team goes after the incoming ball while our hero shrinks to the size of one of the others’ shoe, yet still manages to overtake the crowd and actually catch the ball. In the end, he has become part of the crowd of which he was once an outsider.