In the southern part of Brownsville,”spaldeens” were the choice over “pennsy Pinkies”. When we could not afford to buy a Spaldeen (at 25 cents), we’d settle for a Pennsy Pinky.
There were days we’d lose 5-6 Spaldeens under moving vehicles or to the sewers of the city. There was no more comforting logo than Spalding’s on their light-pink colored ball. It had more consistency to the bounce than the Pennsy Pinkie. It was like comparing Fox’s U-Bet Chocolate syrup to Bosco in Brownsville, Brooklyn.