yo!
man i miss the old stickball days…….i grew up playing on myrtle ave in jersey city, nj during the 70’s…..i was never any good at basketball but put a stick in my hand and i was quite a hitter (or so i thought)……so many memories i can recall….breaking windows, ladies yelling out the window for us kids to take the game down the street b4 we break a window……having water thrown on us, still wish i knew who did that, nearly getting hit by cars…..those were good days ………….i still got a stick in my closet for old times sake…….we played the game with the spaldeen pitched underhand and you had to hit it on the first bounce……never reached the 2 sewer level (still got skinny arms) most of my shots were inside the park jobs…….my longest shot i can recall got caught on the fly by this kid named cowboy…..knew him for yrs and don’t think i ever knew his real name…..he was always cowboy to us…….once in a while i’d get “lucky” and spot a spaldeen in a sewer….i didn’t mind the sludge and the stench getting on me if i could get at the spaldeen floating down there……it was worth it…..why go buy one when you could get one in a sewer or climb onto a roof and retrieve someone else’s? finder’s keepers