I grew up in Coney Island and played stickball throughtout the 1960’s. However, when I moved to Arizona I was involved in the greatest stickball game of my life. I started to play on Saturdays at Arizona State University with three other guys. A pitcher and an outfielder, on the fly against a brick wall. I was playing against my friend Myron (from Brooklyn also) We were both pitching. We each had a no hitter going into the ninth inning. In the bottom of the ninth, Myron hit a home run that landed on the roof of the Women’s PE building to end the game. I lost a no hitter and the game 1-0. We were so drained and I really wanted to beat him, but for that one afternoon, our game transcended time and we were back in the streets of Brooklyn. I’ll never forget it.