Chapter 22TWENTY-SEVEN clipboards, twenty-seven lists. Twenty-seven head-over-heels-happy ninth graders had left Fritz an evening of less work than he had estimated. Sitting with Linda, he started turning pages. “They figured out everything. They collected signatures by grade.” Each page had numbered lines, so all Fritz needed to do was tally the grade lists.
“Lin, over 700 kids have signed up. Two hundred more than we thought.”
“More teams, Fritz? Why not let them all play?”
“That's about twelve more teams. We have enough teachers, but I don't know if we can fit them all into a schedule. Or if George can give us space as often as we'll need.”
“Didn't the president express interest, and didn't he tell George he would help with funds for projects? Fritz, if George gets ornery, you might
