Tuesday, March 06, 2007

BALLS

Maybe it's because yesterday was nice weather. Maybe it's because Spring Training is up and running but I was thinking how much easier ball terminology is now.

Today, the little one is a "hardball" or a "baseball" and the one at the park leagues is a "softball".

When and where I grew up, a "softball" was the 16 inch "Clincher" variety (no gloves), what is now called a softball was a "12" and a hardball was a "league" (I guess short for "Major League") Occasionally, we would play a game resembling baseball with a rubber ball called a "'deen", short for "Spaldeen". The type of ball was important because the bike ride two each field was about two and a half miles from school and the ball dictated which field we played on. Didn't want to waste energy riding to the wrong field.

The conversations would go like this. "Play at three." "League or 12?" "Church (Street Field) is still wet. Can't play league. 12" (Meaning we had to play at another park, too small for hardball but OK for the middle sized softball). "OK, I'll bring a couple of 'deens in case it rains and and we have to go to Stinson (an elementary school with a hard surfaced playground)".

Thinking about how complicated the ball and georgraphy terminology was reminds me how simple the life was. None of us even owned a bike lock. No bike, bat, ball or clothing item was ever stolen. We would be completely unsupervised on bikes from two in the afternoon till supper time and I never once remember parents coming by the field to check on us. Heck, most of the time, the parents didn't know which of three fields we would occupy. No one was abducted. No one was not selected to play or mocked. There were maybe three inconsequential fist fights in the three or four years we all did that. One of the fields we played on was completely private property belonging to a construction company and the owners actually encouraged us to play there, rather than running us off for liability reasons.

The balls were complicated. The play was simple. No microfiber uniforms, no umpires. We just played.

I think you have to go to Cuba to find that now. Even the Dominican Republic has all the baseball down to organized boxes.

It might not have been "better". I had no perspective, being a kid. All I knew was, the "leagues," the "12's", the "softballs" and the "'deens" and the mobility of my bike sure added a lot of pleasure to my young life.

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9 Comments:

At 9:08 AM, March 06, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Scooter guilty 4 out of 5 counts!

 
At 2:14 PM, March 06, 2007, Blogger JoMala "Truth 101" Kelly said...

At first I thought I accidentally paid a visit to Senor"s blog. Don't go to the dark side Umr. Your the only one that has managed to keep his blog's claim of dignity. I will be watching the White Sox tonight. Go Sox!

 
At 3:19 PM, March 06, 2007, Blogger UMRBlog said...

0908,

Really poor advertising for Yale Law School. Outsmarted, end-played and abandoned by a guy who didn't even graduate from college.

43 doesn't call Rove "Turdblossom" for nothing. Looks to me like Scootie got a pretty good whiff.

TYFCB

 
At 3:55 PM, March 06, 2007, Blogger pravoslavniye said...

Umr, that's how we played even in the late 60s (though we only had the "league" and the "12" which by then were "hardball" and "softball"). But we would be found either at West City Park (actual diamonds), Holman School (hard playground), or in the empty lot behind the Dairy Queen (liked that one, it was across the street from my house). All depended on conditions, and yup, that determined what ball we used. Peru, Indiana, BTW.

By about '72 (when I was 12) most everybody was in some kind of league and you didn't see a lot of the guys just getting together to play. More's the pity.

I can remember some incredible backyard football games too.

 
At 11:47 AM, March 07, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The 'Tri-angle" off Maine Street was PERFECT !

Does make me sad to drive by it & not see kids and either footballs or bats .........

makes me wonder why anyone invented the PS1,2,or 3

 
At 4:26 PM, March 07, 2007, Blogger Rocky Cola said...

Why do I picture UMR as Honus Wagner now ?

 
At 6:03 PM, March 07, 2007, Blogger UMRBlog said...

Beisboll bin belly, belly gud to me!

The older I get, the better I was.

Actually, if I aspired to be anybody, it would have been Pie Traynor. I met him when he was already about 107 it seemed and I would not have wanted to get into a pushup contest or a quiz show with the guy. And if you look at his old stats, flawed as they are, you can see he had remarkable range. He was a stone stick to go with it.

TYFCB

 
At 6:49 PM, March 07, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Uncle T ,

Recall that the TRIANGLE was Madison vs St Peter (eaters) back in the day ( well when Ronnie was Pres) ......

Loads of fun had at that utterly useless piece of green space ! Dr G's side yard was perfect for back yard football and his practice ( no pad tackle )

It was 100 yrds by 30 and man oh my fist fights could break out over who was Hershal Walker

 
At 11:33 AM, March 08, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Kids still play in the triangle both baseball - softball and football as well as soccer. I played on it as a kid in the 1950's. The only thing that has changed is the white birch tree(s) died, the little spruces are now huge and the fireplug is a different color.

 

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