Sounds like the game you…
Sounds like the game you called boxball was similar to what we called slapball. Open fisted with pitching. It could be played in parks or the street. We also called it triangle when there were only 3 bases, 1st third and home, and it was played along the width of the street. Punchball didn’t include pitching. You’d throw it up and hit by yourself – overhand side-armed or underhand. You could really whack those balls far.
I,m writting from Philly…
I,m writting from Philly and I,m trying to find out if you have a game in NY which is similar to our version of “Boxball”.”Boxball” in Southwest philly was very similar to baseball as we had four bases and a pitchers ‘mound’.It was played in the street where their were spaces between the parked cars.Anything could be a base-a car fender,a lamp-post,a tree, a curb- or the bases could be marked with chalk or a broken red brick.The ball of choice in Philly was the “Pimple Ball”.The game could be played with any number of players and you could change sides as some players came and went.According to what block (the street you lived on) you played on the rules would change whether you could hit the ball with a closed or open hand.When you did hit the ball it had to hit inside the infield or you where out. A swing and miss was also an out. Chopping the ball was called a “Baltimore Chop” and of course that was an out.Once you hit the ball you ran the bases in the same way as regular baseball.The ‘pitcher’ pitched the ball by bouncing it to the hitter on one bounce.Before the game could begin it was decieded if the pitcher could put a spin on the ball when he pitched it in. This spin would make the ball do tricks equal to a curve or sinker in real baseball.This was determened by asking “Stuff or no stuff?” before the game.If you have a game close to this what do you call it ? Is this your game called “Punchball”I would appreciate reading any responces
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Remember the plastic “Jellies?”…
Remember the plastic “Jellies?” I had a brief moment with platforms…Painful and brief. My aunt bought me a brand new pair of plaid printed leather platforms. I wore them to school, and on my way down the metal stairs to lunch I busted my you-know-what. Everyone laughed for days at my expense. I laugh to myself when I think back. “Back” was in the late mid/late 70’s, but even to this day I never wear heels. And I don’t miss the corns either. Later, Ladies – Denise
Hello- fellow Brooklynites,…
Hello- fellow Brooklynites, Remember the dangerous games (toys) like Click-Clacks (guaranteed concussion, or spiritual revelation), and the digestibly lethal Super Elastic Bubble Plastic (that we all chewed)? Did they even have federal agencies to stop these things before they came to the market back then? We lived through them, so I guess all is well. Peace-out, Denise
Great big gobs of greasy…
Great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts Mutilated monkey meat, little birdies’ dirty feet Seven thousand pounds of prehistoric porpoise pus And me without my spoon. All together now Scab sandwich with pus on top Monkey vomit and camel snot Put it all together and what’ve you got? A typical McDonald’s milkshake. (Sung to the tune of “The Old Gray Mare) (Circa approx. 1965)
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I was suckered into buying…
I was suckered into buying the “turtle kit” too. I named my turtle “Lenny”, the name of a family friend. When the turtle died, I refused to believe it. My father poked him with a Q-Tip to prove to me that he was no longer moving and had passed on. To make his death a little less traumatic for me, my parents put him in an ashtray they had taken from Caesars Palace during their trip to Las Vegas. They threw poor Lenny down the incinerator in the Caesars Palace ashtray and said, “At least he died in class”. I still remind them of this and we all get a big kick out of it (especially since we all now live in Las Vegas).