Hail to Brownsvillenites, circa 1947-59, who broke in more Spauldeen balls than the Brooklyn Bums hitting warmups.
Fancy this site, encouraging contributors to reminisce, expecially me, a long way from the Brooklyn of today. (Read Montreal, Quebec, Canada.)
I have a Pinkie ball, thanks to a cousin of mine who remembered me with the import, and I workout throwing it against walls at times during this, my 69th year. NO SWEAT!, or better yet, SWEAT!
My favourite street ball was and still is the Spauldeen. A sweet hunk of thing (compared to the Pinkie), whose new rubber surface I can still smell. Yes, more bounce to the ounce it holds for me. Merci!