Growing up in Northwestern Alaska, we played a game called “Norwegian.” This game was played with a bat and ball. Rather than bases, there were 2 base lines, one behind the batter, and one directly out front, where a normal outfield would be. When the batter hit the ball, his entire team would run to the outfield baseline, while while trying to avoid being tagged out. Has anyone heard of this or something similar? I am curious about rules, origin, etc.
Mr. Fletcher – Thank you for the comliment. Keep in my I’m the “baby” of the Channels at 42 yrs old. This year marks my 10th year with the Channels. You may want to visit these other DooWop message boards: http://groups.msn.com/DooWopCorner http://launch.groups.yahoo.com/group/doowopcafe/ Regards, Joe – http://mypages.netopia.com/channels
joe, thanks for the quick reply…..listened to some of your music….WOW!……i’m pretty new to doo-wop and have only a small collection…..usually i go into the doo wop chatrooms on paltalk.com and listen……i’m gonna have to look up some info on you guys and learn more…..btw i listened to “that’s my desire” and “the closer you are”….best of luck in the new year. frank
while walking down the street one day a few yrs ago, my wife and i passed some kids jumping double dutch…..suddenly the mrs. jumps right in with the kids and i was surprised that she was able to keep up…..it was a funny moment for us and the kids seemed to got a laugh out of this 40 yr old senior citizen jumping with them
My Dad, Vito Giannone, I’m sure was one of the greatest stickball players ever in his prime, and definitely if measured by his love of the game. He lived stickball, looked forward to it all week, and played all day Sunday. It keep him going, it was when he was his happiest. We flew to Puerto Rico for the stickball championship one year and I realized what a true family all of the players were. My Dad passed away a few years ago after an illness that took his sight and his hearing . . . but through it all he still loved to clench that stickball bat which we kept by his bedside. I would love to hear any memories you have of my Dad. I miss him a lot, and the stories he told over and over about the game he loved and the people he came to regard as family. My Dad was the nicest man I ever knew, he went straight to heaven and did not have to stop along the way, and he’s already started a stickball team up there . . . thank you, ginagiannone [at] aol [dot] com