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OMAHA, Neb. (AP)—Sandlot baseball, a slice of American life enjoyed for decades by boys from coast to coast, appears on the verge of extinction.

Many men over 40 remember those summer days when they headed to the park or vacant lot and played ball all day—or until Mom sent word that it was time for dinner.

Nowadays, most neighborhood ball fields sit empty on summer afternoons, the idea of unsupervised play having gone the way of the rotary-dial phones kids once used to round up the fellas for a game.

The reasons for the sandlot’s demise, baseball coaches and sociologists say, go back to the changing family structure, video games, parents’ fear of crime, and the proliferation of organized and so-called “select” teams for more-talented kids.
We played every day in the summer when I was growing up and most of the kids didn't play in organized baseball. I played organized baseball for many years but it was always inconsistent. One year I was a starter and hitting and the next year I was playing the league minimum innings and getting one AB per game. Continued through HS and it seemed like I was great one year, and then benched the next based on a coach. Never cared much since I was a basketball player at heart but now that I look back on it I was probably robbed by some ####### hick who liked to look at little boys and didn't know #### about baseball. No seriously I just said that because this forum hasn't been monitored since it was created. Anyway I think this is a shame. We always played, it passed the time. Now kids stay in the house in July and watch their Moms get fat. :shrug:

 
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OMAHA, Neb. (AP)—Sandlot baseball, a slice of American life enjoyed for decades by boys from coast to coast, appears on the verge of extinction.

Many men over 40 remember those summer days when they headed to the park or vacant lot and played ball all day—or until Mom sent word that it was time for dinner.

Nowadays, most neighborhood ball fields sit empty on summer afternoons, the idea of unsupervised play having gone the way of the rotary-dial phones kids once used to round up the fellas for a game.

The reasons for the sandlot’s demise, baseball coaches and sociologists say, go back to the changing family structure, video games, parents’ fear of crime, and the proliferation of organized and so-called “select” teams for more-talented kids.
We played every day in the summer when I was growing up and most of the kids didn't play in organized baseball. I played organized baseball for many years but it was always inconsistent. One year I was a starter and hitting and the next year I was playing the league minimum innings and getting one AB per game. Continued through HS and it seemed like I was great one year, and then benched the next based on a coach. Never cared much since I was a basketball player at heart but now that I look back on it I was probably robbed by some ####### hick who liked to look at little boys and didn't know #### about baseball. No seriously I just said that because this forum hasn't been monitored since it was created. Anyway I think this is a shame. We always played, it passed the time. Now kids stay in the house in July and watch their Moms get fat. :bye:
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We played every day all day. Right field out. Pitchers hand. Ghost runners. Bikes for back stops. Even used the team batting's mitts for bases if need be. Played until the street lights came on... :sigh:

 
my high school buddies and i played for the past few years on our old senior league fields. We had a blast. This is the first year without it. Sunday nights just aren't the same.

 
We played every day all day. Right field out. Pitchers hand. Ghost runners. Bikes for back stops. Even used the team batting's mitts for bases if need be. Played until the street lights came on... :sigh:
:tinfoilhat: Damn I miss the game. Sorta pathetic that kids these days don't get out and play... hell play ANYTHING. Just get outside. We had an atari growing up but I doubt if we played for more than a couple hours a week... and that was only when it was late/raining.
 
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my high school buddies and i played for the past few years on our old senior league fields. We had a blast. This is the first year without it. Sunday nights just aren't the same.
I played with pretty much the same group of guys from 2nd grade all the way up to our senior year in high school. We weren't very good, but we did ok in a subpar local catholic league (CYC for those in the St. Louis area). To play through high school was kind of unfounded as CYC used to stop at 8th grade, but there was enough interest from us and a couple other catholic schools to continue for the senior years. So, we kept playing and essentially all of games were on our home field since none of the other schools didn't have good fields like we did. Saturday morning doubleheaders, baby. Good times were had on that field.Only drawbacks were a flat mound and the early start time. By the 10th and 11th grade, most of us had discovered alcohol and a lot of times, we played the games hungover. Actually, the last part was a big reason for the good times we had!BTW, I was never a Catholic. I was raised Lutheran.
 
We played every day all day. Right field out. Pitchers hand. Ghost runners. Bikes for back stops. Even used the team batting's mitts for bases if need be. Played until the street lights came on... :sigh:
:confused: educate, por favor
 
We played every day all day. Right field out. Pitchers hand. Ghost runners. Bikes for back stops. Even used the team batting's mitts for bases if need be. Played until the street lights came on... :sigh:
:goodposting: educate, por favor
If the pitcher gets the ball before you reach first base, yer out.And my boys are going to be banging balls off the neighbors' houses from the cul de sac using the manhole cover as home plate like I did, blast it. Part of it is a generational thing, too. I'm three years older than my brother and I was never in the house. When nintendo happened, backyard baseball went way down -- everybody in the neighborhood was doing the Mario Bros thing.

 
Never played actual sandlot baseball but played stickball every day during the Summer after organized baseball ended. From 1st grade through highschool a group of maybe 6-8 guys played every summer. Still good friends with most of those guys too.

Equipment:

bat(Broom handle/cut up hockey stick/wifflebat wrapped in duct tape)

tennis balls

gloves

bases where usually a poll or a crack or a sewer grate

once in a while if a lot of guys were on vacation we would plat 1 on 1 hit out of hand, good times. . . .

 
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We played every day all day. Right field out. Pitchers hand. Ghost runners. Bikes for back stops. Even used the team batting's mitts for bases if need be. Played until the street lights came on... :sigh:
:) educate, por favor
If the pitcher gets the ball before you reach first base, yer out.And my boys are going to be banging balls off the neighbors' houses from the cul de sac using the manhole cover as home plate like I did, blast it. Part of it is a generational thing, too. I'm three years older than my brother and I was never in the house. When nintendo happened, backyard baseball went way down -- everybody in the neighborhood was doing the Mario Bros thing.
Pitchers hand out, Right field out, and if you can hit the runner with a thrown ball(tennis ball), you guessed it OUT!!!!t............all rules we would incorporate to make the games more "fair"God, I miss those days.

 
Anybody play 500? One guy would hit fungos, two or three others would shag the flies. 100 pts for catching it on the fly, -50 if you dropped it, 75 if you caught it on 1 bounce. First to 500 pts would get to bat next. This was especially fun if a dad would be the hitter as he'd hit it further than most kids would. Man I made some spectacular running catches playing 500.

Or running bases? Basically a run down or base stealing game. Two guys would throw the ball back and forth at about 50 feet or s, a third guy would be the base runner and would try to beat the throw from one guy to the next. Lost of slides on wet grass to try to beat the throw.

And my brother and I would play a game where one guy would throw ground balls to the other and start the ole 1 mississippi, 2 missisippi count up to five. The fielder had to field the grounder and throw the ball back before the 5 count or the "runner" was safe. You could vary the game by throwing pop-ups or deep flies and having the ghost runner try to tag up and advance.

I doubt any kids play these sorts of games nowadays.

 
We played all day during summers as well. It got to the point that we were denting the siding too much using baseballs that we had to switch to a hyrbid game of kickball and baseball where we used a mini-basketball and hit it with a bat using kickball rules (i.e. you can throw the ball at a runner). On the deck was of course a homerun on the neighbors deck was a grandslam regradless of baserunners (only happened a handful of times). There were times when we had 15-20 guys, ages of 7-13, playing in a town of 750. It was the best of times.

 
Never played actual sandlot baseball but played stickball every day during the Summer after organized baseball ended. From 1st grade through highschool a group of maybe 6-8 guys played every summer. Still good friends with most of those guys too.Equipment:bat(Broom handle/cut up hockey stick/wifflebat wrapped in duct tape)tennis ballsglovesbases where usually a poll or a crack or a sewer grateonce in a while if a lot of guys were on vacation we would plat 1 on 1 hit out of hand, good times. . . .
Exactly with me too.I was the only guy of my friends that played organized baseball, all of my friends were soccer & football players, but we always played stickball all summer long (it was too hot for deck hockey which was our other passion).Didn't need more than 8 guys, we used to play from noon till our arms fell off. Oh, we didn't play with gloves either. 3 tins of tennis balls3-4 bats/broomsNo bases either. Hits were determined by distance ball traveled. I loved stickball. Hell, I still do, I want to play this weekend :thumbup:
 
I wanted my kids to grow up playing sandlot baseball, football, everything, so before we bought a piece of furniture for our house, we put in a 40 by 30 concrete pad with a hoop on one side of our yard. All summer long the kids (boys and girls) gather in our yard to play a game of ball. The pad serves as the basball diamond, the path behind our yard is the "fence" for the home run and the tree and the patio signify foul ball. As the years progress and the kids get older, they are now using a tennis ball and have on occasion the boys have played the girls batting on their 'bad' side. It is such a good lesson in life, just about getting along, fairness, sportsmanship, negatiation, everything. Most of the boys (most of who play little league too) have made the all star baseball team, I can't help but think that it is because of the games played in our yard. I am proud for that little worn our "home plate" in the corner of the court. I am always happy to see the kids here playing even when mine are not home. Sandlot baseball is alive and well in Frankfort Square/Tinley Park Illinois, not just at my house- but all around this area kids are playing outside, it is wonderful. It is peculiar to see, also how much slimmer our kids are than a lot of the other travel baseball teams/all star teams that they play.

 
My 2 older kids, 11 and 7, play outside in the back yard alot. Especially my oldest son. Though they are both in a baseball league too. For my sons birthday we had a baseball theme - gifts were baseball cards, Sox posters. He loved it and it was great to know that my son enjoys baseball as much as do.

He and one of his neighborhood buddies play out in the back and have come up with rules so complicated that I think they make 'em up as they go. I tried playing with them a few times and I gave up, lol.

 
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I wanted my kids to grow up playing sandlot baseball, football, everything, so before we bought a piece of furniture for our house, we put in a 40 by 30 concrete pad with a hoop on one side of our yard. All summer long the kids (boys and girls) gather in our yard to play a game of ball. The pad serves as the basball diamond, the path behind our yard is the "fence" for the home run and the tree and the patio signify foul ball. As the years progress and the kids get older, they are now using a tennis ball and have on occasion the boys have played the girls batting on their 'bad' side. It is such a good lesson in life, just about getting along, fairness, sportsmanship, negatiation, everything. Most of the boys (most of who play little league too) have made the all star baseball team, I can't help but think that it is because of the games played in our yard. I am proud for that little worn our "home plate" in the corner of the court. I am always happy to see the kids here playing even when mine are not home. Sandlot baseball is alive and well in Frankfort Square/Tinley Park Illinois, not just at my house- but all around this area kids are playing outside, it is wonderful. It is peculiar to see, also how much slimmer our kids are than a lot of the other travel baseball teams/all star teams that they play.
No kidding? I live about 15 minutes from you in Palos Heights. I need to send my 4 year old boy over and start playing!!
 
I used to play a whole variety of games.

Pickle, as was mentioned above. Try to steal a base and get out of the rundown.

Wiffle Ball - usually with ghost runners, sometimes home run derby.

Indoor Kush Ball baseball with ghost runners. Singles, Doubles, Triples, and HRs depending on where you hit the ball.

Half-ball - played on a tennis court with a tennis ball cut in half. Made for crazy breaking pitches. All ghost runners, had to hit over the net for a single, hit the fence on a roll for a double, off the fence for a triple, and HR is self explanatory.

Plenty of catch with my dad or brother, shagging fly balls or fielding grounders.

I'm amazed at how much fun I had without video games or the internet when I was a kid.

 
I agree that pick up baseball is probably dying for the most part, but I am happy to say that the kids on the street I moved to this spring are baseball crazy. They are always out in the cul-de-sac or a lawn playing some kind of baseball game which I think is great and gives me some hope for the future :banned:

 
From age 8 to 15, I'd ride my bike to a field in the middle of town and play ball all-day and every-day. Of the core group of kids that would show up, six of us went on to play division-one/minor league ball. I don't think that was much of surprise considering how much we loved the game/"practiced". The field/school we used is barren every time I drive by nowadays, and the local high-schools' once poweful baseball programs have fallen off the map...it's sad. :thumbup:

With that being said, sandlot ball is still alive and strong in certain parts of the country/overseas...

 
Never played actual sandlot baseball but played stickball every day during the Summer after organized baseball ended. From 1st grade through highschool a group of maybe 6-8 guys played every summer. Still good friends with most of those guys too.Equipment:bat(Broom handle/cut up hockey stick/wifflebat wrapped in duct tape)tennis ballsglovesbases where usually a poll or a crack or a sewer grate
My brother and I would play plenty of stickball as you describe, but would also play "Corkball" to increase the difficulty level. Just try to hit a pitched wine cork with a broom handle.....not that easy! Also, trying to catch a pop-up was also very challenging as the cork doesn't come down the same as a ball.
 
Was just talking about this today with my fellow old-geezer (40s) buddies. (Did a search on "sandlot").

In the summertime when we were 9, 10, 11, 12 years old... the first thing on our mind when we got up every morning was seeing how many of our friends could make it to the baseball field. Depending on the number of guys, we'd close right field - as others mentioned - but usually we had so many guys, we could fill every position.

We were fortunate in that we all lived right near the city park. There were two softball fields and two baseball fields. Awesome. If you didn't get there early enough, ALL four fields were already filled with kids.

Now, those fields sit there unused, except if they are needed for a high school game now and then. Sad.

It's all about video games these days. And parents wonder why little Johnny is a fat slob.

 
DD's link in the OP is dead. I found the story on another site:

OMAHA, Neb. -- Sandlot baseball, a slice of American life enjoyed for decades by boys from coast to coast, appears on the verge of extinction.Many men over 40 remember those summer days when they headed to the park or vacant lot and played ball all day -- or until Mom sent word that it was time for dinner.Nowadays, most neighborhood ball fields sit empty on summer afternoons, the idea of unsupervised play having gone the way of the rotary-dial phones kids once used to round up the fellas for a game.The reasons for the sandlot's demise, baseball coaches and sociologists say, go back to the changing family structure, video games, parents' fear of crime, and the proliferation of organized and so-called "select" teams for more-talented kids.Johnny Damon of the New York Yankees says the structured environment of select ball sacrifices the fun kids get from playing on their own."I think nowadays kids are getting so worn out playing baseball year-round that by the time they get to the high school level they're kind of tired of it, and tired of the politics of it, instead of just going out there and playing baseball," Damon said.Dan Gould, director of Michigan State's Institute for the Study of Youth Sport, put it bluntly: "The end of the story is, the sandlots ain't coming back, as much as we would like them to."The number of ballplayers in the United States has remained fairly constant throughout the years, though studies have shown fewer youngsters from the inner city are picking up the game.There were 16.1 million participants in 2006, according to the most recent Sporting Goods Manufacturers Association International survey. But almost 12 million of those play in organized leagues, while the remaining 4 million said their most common form of play was "casual.""That number should be higher," association spokesman Mike May said of the sandlot players.Don Weiskopf, a 79-year-old retired college professor from Eugene, Ore., advocates a revival of sandlot ball on his Web site, Baseball Play America.A former player in the Cleveland Indians' organization, Weiskopf said youngsters learn the game best in an unstructured setting."The fundamentals of baseball must be practiced continually, even at the big league level," Weiskopf said in an e-mail. "The lack of pickup games and sandlot ball today has hurt the development of young players."Many kids, he said, have missed out on the simple pleasure of playing catch with a parent or sibling."Since they are not playing enough catch, the throwing skills of young children have diminished," Weiskopf said. "They need to make playing catch fun and challenging. Young players need more skill- based, fun-resulting experiences, as opposed to high-pressurized organized league play."Major League Baseball's RBI program -- Reviving Baseball in Inner Cities -- is probably the best-known initiative to increase interest and participation in the game. But RBI features structured league play.Batter's Up USA is taking a more informal approach to rekindling interest in the game. The goal is to introduce youngsters to baseball and have them play in a safe and stress-free environment with limited adult involvement.Started three years ago, the Batter's Up initiative provides baseball equipment to city recreation departments, Boys and Girls Clubs, and after-school programs.Batter's Up USA executive director Jess Heald of Taos, N.M., said 35 organizations in 18 states are participating.The 74-year-old Heald, a retired bat designer for Rawlings Sporting Goods Co., said manufacturers donate much of the equipment. Contributions from benefactors help purchase additional gear.One of the largest Batter's Up programs is starting this summer in Dallas, where more than 2,000 kids at a Boys and Girls Club will participate.Batter's Up might be as close as anyone gets to reviving the old- fashioned sandlot game.Michigan State's Gould laments the demise of pickup baseball games. The 56-year-old spent much of his youth on the sandlots of upstate New York, and he said kids learned more than baseball when they played among themselves.They could make their own rules, like closing right field when there weren't enough players. Anyone who hit to right would be out.They could learn negotiation skills. Was it a ball or strike? Was he safe or out? Was it fair or foul?They learned organization skills, such as how to pick teams equitably or how to reconfigure the teams if one side was beating the other by a wide margin.They learned how to get along -- up to a point."What people forget is that, sometimes, the bigger kid ruled the sandlot," Gould said.Bill Olson, father of former major league relief pitcher Gregg Olson, believes the game has adjusted to a changing society.Olson, a former high school and college coach, gives more than 200 private lessons a month to players ages 12 to 18 at Ultimate Baseball Academy in Omaha. He said parents are willing to pay for baseball instruction the way they do for piano and dance lessons."Just going to enjoy the game on the sandlot, that was fine," Olson said. "But there is a lot of great coaching going on now, more than 15 or 20 years ago."Weiskopf said playing in an unstructured environment allows youngsters to experiment with different skill sets and get more repetitions.But Gould said parents are hesitant to let their kids out of sight for fear they will become crime victims."Forty or 50 years ago, people didn't worry about their kids going down to the sandlot by themselves and playing all day," Gould said. "Now you're afraid your kid is going to end up on the milk carton. So there are legitimate fears, whether perceived or actual."Weiskopf said most kids do not play baseball unless registered by a parent for an organized team. Many of the youngsters show up at their first practice having never had contact with the game, as opposed to the kids of yesteryear who learned from siblings and older friends."Even the worst players (of my day) had a good idea about the game and its rules because we played it often and learned from each other," Weiskopf said. "Young children are not playing and practicing the game enough today. They are not getting in enough reps, throwing and catching the ball, batting, etc."Weiskopf said baseball training centers provide excellent coaching and facilities, but access is limited to those who can afford them.Playing on a select team exposes youngsters to high quality coaching and top-notch facilities, but late bloomers get left behind in the search for talent, and the cost is high, Gould said."If you're going to play travel baseball, mostly middle class kids can afford it," he said.With some select teams playing 70 or more games and having limited practice time, nonstarters on those elite teams don't get much repetition, said 73-year-old John Stella, who has coached CYO, high school and American Legion ball in inner-city south Omaha since the 1960s."So they play a couple innings, get one or two at-bats," Stella said. "On the sandlot, you're playing all day and have countless at- bats, countless grounders and fly balls."
 
I have 5 kids - the two oldest didn't like sports, but my 3 youngest love baseball. Several nights a week we go to a local grade school with a backstop and dirt infield and play baseball. Since its just the four of us - I am the all time pitcher and one of them bats while the other two play the field. Anything caught in the air or still rolling is an out - errors or fair balls that stop rolling are hits. Epic games. Have taught the kids to hit and field. Funny thing is we seldom see other kids out playing - too addicted to video games I guess.

 
I have 5 kids - the two oldest didn't like sports, but my 3 youngest love baseball. Several nights a week we go to a local grade school with a backstop and dirt infield and play baseball. Since its just the four of us - I am the all time pitcher and one of them bats while the other two play the field. Anything caught in the air or still rolling is an out - errors or fair balls that stop rolling are hits. Epic games. Have taught the kids to hit and field. Funny thing is we seldom see other kids out playing - too addicted to video games I guess.
:thumbup: You're a good dad.
 
Had a Little League field at the end of my street and we used to play every day after school.

Unfortunately, I think the towns and organized ball have a little to do with the problem, as well. I know there are a lot of fields around where I grew up that they won't let people just play on any more, or that they require you to get a permit to do so. Who wants to go through with that?

 
I used to play a whole variety of games.Pickle, as was mentioned above. Try to steal a base and get out of the rundown. Wiffle Ball - usually with ghost runners, sometimes home run derby. Indoor Kush Ball baseball with ghost runners. Singles, Doubles, Triples, and HRs depending on where you hit the ball.Half-ball - played on a tennis court with a tennis ball cut in half. Made for crazy breaking pitches. All ghost runners, had to hit over the net for a single, hit the fence on a roll for a double, off the fence for a triple, and HR is self explanatory. Plenty of catch with my dad or brother, shagging fly balls or fielding grounders. I'm amazed at how much fun I had without video games or the internet when I was a kid.
:thumbup: I'll add: Ball Tag-- Real simple, playground ball, even ones for a buck from TrU, and run like hell through every street and yard, for 3 city blocks. Blast a kid with the ball, he's it. I'll be damned if I didn't know every square inch of my old neighborhood, including who owned the Doberman, or the German Shepherd. Piggy 500-- One guy with a baseball of kickball on one end of the street, group of kids on the other. The kid with the ball would "punt, pass, or kick" as high in the air as possible. 1 catch on the fly = 100. First to 500 wins. I think WWE now calls this a No Holds Barred match.Suicide-- 1 poor soul stands in front of garage. 2-3 take throwing crab apples at them. :ph34r: :bag: If you got hit, you were just too slow.I grew up during the Nintendo age, and believe me it was the ####. It would mainly get a little more use in winter though, cause summer was all about sports.
 
We played every day all day. Right field out. Pitchers hand. Ghost runners. Bikes for back stops. Even used the team batting's mitts for bases if need be. Played until the street lights came on... :sigh:
We actually were able to hit the street light in a certain spot near the base and it would go on whenever we needed it to. It was so cool to turn that light on. And it was a modern light pole in a nice tract in Hunt Beach (brookhurst/Adams)
 
I used to play a whole variety of games.Pickle, as was mentioned above. Try to steal a base and get out of the rundown. Wiffle Ball - usually with ghost runners, sometimes home run derby. Indoor Kush Ball baseball with ghost runners. Singles, Doubles, Triples, and HRs depending on where you hit the ball.Half-ball - played on a tennis court with a tennis ball cut in half. Made for crazy breaking pitches. All ghost runners, had to hit over the net for a single, hit the fence on a roll for a double, off the fence for a triple, and HR is self explanatory. Plenty of catch with my dad or brother, shagging fly balls or fielding grounders. I'm amazed at how much fun I had without video games or the internet when I was a kid.
PickleKick the CanKnee football on our front lawns and neighbor living roomOffense-Defense football (there was 3 of us and one guy was QB all the time) His bro was tackle for OJ at SC and played for KC/HOU.whiffle ball - light pole in above post was strike/home plate, but off to the side, so we played in a cul-de-sac which produced perfect LF-CF-RF dimensions for whiffle ball. We would randomly cut out a box score from the paper in the morning and you had to mimic the batting style of the entire lineup. **** McAuliffe was always our fave for that.street hockeyding dong ditchthrow rocks at girls
 
It's a shame, but the whole thing about safety is so true. You can't let your kids go down to the park by themselves anymore. I live in Japan and it is totally diferent here. It is probably the safest place in the world. You see 3-year-old kids walking in groups unsupervised to school. I have no problem letting my son go play around the neighborhood by himself. And the baseball lots here....constantly being used. It is beautiful.

Like many others in this thread, it's pretty much all I ever did as a kid. My neighborhood had a bunch of kids and we played all the time. On the few occasions when there wasn't a game, I'd pitch to myself using one of those bounceback nets (tight mesh attached to frame with springs). And my mother (single Mom), bless her heart, would play catcher for me for hours...until I started throwing too hard.

 
My 2 older kids, 11 and 7, play outside in the back yard alot. Especially my oldest son. Though they are both in a baseball league too. For my sons birthday we had a baseball theme - gifts were baseball cards, Sox posters. He loved it and it was great to know that my son enjoys baseball as much as do.

He and one of his neighborhood buddies play out in the back and have come up with rules so complicated that I think they make 'em up as they go. I tried playing with them a few times and I gave up, lol.
Maybe they're playing Calvinball.
 
It's been dead for a while. I'm 24 and sandlot baseball was pretty much unheard of when I was growing up. Not once did we ever get a group of guys together for a game, I wouldn't have been able to find more than 3 or 4 guys to play if I tried. Pickup games of football, basketball, and soccer were much more common, football in particular was always easy to find a bunch people that wanted to play.

 
Been playing pickup softball games a lot this summer. Bunch of guys/girl 25-35 range. Loving it. Sometimes it's just us out there. Sometimes there will be another group out there and we'll split up and play. :thumbup:

 
It's a shame, but the whole thing about safety is so true. You can't let your kids go down to the park by themselves anymore.
:shrug:Are places really that much more dangerous these days than 20/30 years ago?
From what I've read, not really. But you didn't have national and local newscasts needing content for sensational stories back then.I had the good fortune to live down the street from a high school with all its sports fields, but my immediate neighborhood lacked enough kids to adequately use those fields, so we played alot of wiffle ball in back yards. Once we were old enough to ride our bikes to the LL fields though we did so, and would play at least until the local pool opened.I coached LL and Babe Ruth baseball for about 10 years, and one of the problems is getting the mass of players necessary to run a competitive program. Kids using the fields themselves in the summer would help, but it just doesn't happen much, even among the more ardent of the organized team players.
 
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It's a shame, but the whole thing about safety is so true. You can't let your kids go down to the park by themselves anymore.
:shrug:Are places really that much more dangerous these days than 20/30 years ago?
It is a complete myth that it is more dangerous now. Violent crime perpetrated on young people by non-family members is virtually non-existent. It is the Nancy Grace's of the world that would like you to think otherwise. We would play at our local church until someone would crash with heat exhaustion.
 
We played every day all day. Right field out. Pitchers hand. Ghost runners. Bikes for back stops. Even used the team batting's mitts for bases if need be. Played until the street lights came on... :sigh:
Same here. We were hardcore enough to get the riding mower out and cut baselines and fair/foul lines on the field.
 
We played every day all day. Right field out. Pitchers hand. Ghost runners. Bikes for back stops. Even used the team batting's mitts for bases if need be. Played until the street lights came on... :sigh:
:) educate, por favor
If the pitcher gets the ball before you reach first base, yer out.And my boys are going to be banging balls off the neighbors' houses from the cul de sac using the manhole cover as home plate like I did, blast it. Part of it is a generational thing, too. I'm three years older than my brother and I was never in the house. When nintendo happened, backyard baseball went way down -- everybody in the neighborhood was doing the Mario Bros thing.
Pitchers hand out, Right field out, and if you can hit the runner with a thrown ball(tennis ball), you guessed it OUT!!!!t............all rules we would incorporate to make the games more "fair"God, I miss those days.
we called this pitchers mound poison. Basically eliminate the need for a 1B
 
I chased girls at that age. My first girlfriend was around age 8 I think. We'd play tag with the huge watersoaker I had at the local apartment high rise. Rules I drew up:

1. If you are shot with the watersoaker, you were it. The person that shot you set it down and ran. You had to count to 60 to pick it up and start chasing the other person.

2. The watersoaker had a yellow clip. If you were not it, and could get into close combat and remove the yellow clip, you got 60 seconds to run away. That made for some fun struggles.

We abused that apartment complex. Running up and down stairs. Blocking elevators. Pushing all the buttons and scampering out, leaving the other person trapped. None of the residents cared.

We'd also go swimming a ton.

Baseball was boring by comparison. ;)

 
For the farm boys here...

I grew up in the middle of nowhere. I had no one to play ball with. But I would take the ball and the mitt and head out to the chicken coop. A shallow pitch roof. I would toss the ball up onto the roof and wait for it to roll down. A catch was an out. A drop was a hit. And i would keep score in my head and play the game against my self.

God durrint, those were some of the best hours of my life. Dust in the air, the sun shining down and the little bitty transistor radio I won in a school contest had Ernie Harwell calling the Tigers game.

When I get to heaven, God will hand me that old glove and point me to a chicken coop in the back....and Ernie will be there swapping stories with Santo.

Peace

 
For the farm boys here...I grew up in the middle of nowhere. I had no one to play ball with. But I would take the ball and the mitt and head out to the chicken coop. A shallow pitch roof. I would toss the ball up onto the roof and wait for it to roll down. A catch was an out. A drop was a hit. And i would keep score in my head and play the game against my self.God durrint, those were some of the best hours of my life. Dust in the air, the sun shining down and the little bitty transistor radio I won in a school contest had Ernie Harwell calling the Tigers game.When I get to heaven, God will hand me that old glove and point me to a chicken coop in the back....and Ernie will be there swapping stories with Santo.Peace
I did this on my house.... or play phoneline baseball
 

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