My brother, Clyde, and I grew up in Queens, where, like all our peers, we played several versions of stickball. We are now 67 and 64 years old, and while I now live in Georgia and he on Long Island, every so often we get together to play a 2-man game with tennis balls and a manufactured bat. Our latest game was just a month ago against a wall at an elementary school near his house. He is still a good pitcher and we both still hit well, and since the baseball adage “good pitching will always beat good hitting” is true in stickball, too, he won the game. It was great.