I miss a lot of people, places and things from my youth growing up in the neighborhood.
One game I miss is whiffle ball.
Years ago we used to play all over the neighborhood. We even had a league where we kept stats!
Mom probably had a heart attack when she watched us take our fruit of the loom t-shirts and draw numbers and write our names on the back with black magic markers.
Whiffle ball gave you a chance to work on your curve ball, experiment with switch-hitting and of course, you learned to work things out (E.g. was the ball fair or foul?)
We made up fields to play. Some areas where off-limits; automatic outs if you hit it there.
We’d park our asses on the street (the corner of Fuller and Windsor Place was a popular spot) the boys and girls schoolyard at Holy Name and at times the parking lot of Prospect Park. And yes, we played at night. Keep in mind, the ball is white.
“Have Field will Travel” or even, “If you build it, they will come.” And boy did they come…
We ran the bases when we had enough players or we played automatics. No bunting allowed either. No hitting off a Tee and no parents pitching to us.
No umpires, no parents, no bullshit! We had fun. We played and then played some more. Best of all, it was an inexpensive game. Didn’t matter if your family had money or you were poor.
There was no PED users back in the day but we did “stuff” the bat. We would rip off the top of the yellow plastic bat, stuff it with newspaper then tape it back up. At times I recall stuffing the ball and wrapping black tape around it too.
Do kids still play whiffle ball?