Stickball is a GREAT game!…
Stickball is a GREAT game! It is sure better to have the kids playing stickball, than sitting around the house playing video games. I am trying to help revive the game. I purchased a large quantity of the original SPALDEENS, or “Pinkys.” I also carry the “official stickball bats” made by Spalding. As you may know, these are VERY hard to find!! If anyone is interested, you may contact me at for more information. Keep on playing everyone!!
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Does anyone know the clapping…
Does anyone know the clapping rhyme that starts My mother told me to open the door, I opened the door he sat on the floor it’s the old bald headed ________.Cha Cha Cha My mother told me to get him a drink I got him a drink he swallowed the sink, it’s the old bald headed _________. Cha Cha Cha And it keeps going….
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Great site. I…
Great site. I learned about stickball at 15 yrs of age from a fellow by the name of Bobby Graham, a Brooklyn guy who worked at the same place where I was doing summer jobs in Roxbury MA. We used to play after work on Fridays while waiting for our paychecks to be issued. Loved the game from the first moment I laid my hands on that broomstick. We played fast-pitch in local schoolyards with a strike zone on the wall. Ground rules varied according to the game site, but a home run was always over the school building or across the street. The “official” ball was the pimple ball; we only used pinkies when unable to find pimple balls at the 5&10. In fact, pimple balls ultimately got so hard to find that we would go to extreme lengths to retrieve them in the course of game. It was always a sad thing when someone hit a pimple ball right on the seam and split it. Haven’t seen a pimple ball in a LONG time, though. I remember spending many hours practicing and perfecting my pitching technique. Those were the days when a kid had plenty of time on his hands after school and before dinner. It got to the point where I could reliably hit the door handle of my house garage door from across the street. Developed about a half dozen different pitches, including a wicked Elroy Face inspired sinker. Had some wicked grudge match games against local neighborhood rivals. One of my great sports moments was pitching nine straight no-hitters against them. They refused to play us any more. I guess we still own the bragging rights in that rivalry. Nice to be able to share my memories with people who remember and understand this great street sport. Better than golf IMO.
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I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN IT LIKE…
I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN IT LIKE THIS… TWEET BAYBE TWEET BAYBE MY MAMA SAYS SHE ROCKS I THE TREE TOPS ALL DAY LONG HUFFIN AND A PUFFIN SINGIN DAT SONG! ALL LITTLE GIRLS ON JAY BIRDS STREET LOVE TO HEAR THE BIRDS GO TWEET TWEET TWEET… ROCKIN ROBIN TWEET TWALIE ROCKIN ROBIN TWEET TWALIE…MAMAS IN THE KITCHEN COOCKIN RICE DADDYS OUTSIDE SHOOTIN DICE BROTHERS IN JAIL RASING HELL AND SISTER OUT SIDE SELLING FRUIT COCKTAIL… ROCKIN ROBIN TWEET TWELIE ROCKIN ROBIN TWEET TWALIE!
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I used to spend my summers…
I used to spend my summers at the Flatbush Boys Club. As Marshal said I was put into an Indian tribe each year. I remember being an Apache one year and a Cherokee the next. I believe my first year in the Cowboy groups I was in Cimarron. What I wouldn’t give to play bumper pool, knock hockey and make lanyards again!