Brian in MA wrote:
Best scene/quote in the movie. That and āHey rookie! You were good ā. Gets dusty in the room.
Growing up, we were like the kids in that move 'The Sandlot.' We played all day, every day -- sometimes at the park on a real diamond, sometimes down at the corner elementary school gravel-filled playground, sometimes with rocks and broomsticks in the alley that ran behind our houses (we called that 'Rocky Mountain Baseball').
Sometimes we'd make a batter's-zone sized-box on a brick wall of the school and played 'Strikeout', using one of those hardware store-bought white rubber balls (stamped "Major League") that were the size and weight of a hardball. Usually, you played that if there were only two or four of you and you couldn't get anyone else to play. One pitcher and fielder against two batters. Three outs and you switched. Home runs had to clear the school fence. Triples had to land a certain distance, and so forth. We played wherever we could, whenever we could.
We also played a game out on the sidewalk in front of our houses called "Running Bases." You walked off a certain distance of sidewalk squares and had two fielders, one on each opposite designated sidewalk square. Then you put a runner on one of the squares. The goal for the runner was to "steal" the other base (the opposite sidewalk square). There were runs awarded, and if you were thrown out you became the fielder while the one who tagged you out became the runner. We didn't realize it, but we were developing varsity-level base running, throwing and fielding skills just by playing on a city neighborhood's sidewalk.
We got our gloves either from Western Auto (when it existed) or the corner hardware store (they had a nice selection of Rawling's and Spalding gloves) or Sears. Same for bats, which were wooden, not aluminum (at least, not until junior high), and we scored a new Louisville Slugger, stamped with a favorite Detroit Tiger, on Free Bat Day (can you imagine passing out full-sized, MLB-approved baseball bats today? ;-).
Back then, the "batter's glove" really wasn't in widespread use (I didn't use one until high school), and we all tried to imitate the batter's stance of our favorite players (Willie Horton's was a bear, believe me ;-). Doing Joe Morgan's insane elbow-drop thing was always worth extra style points. Hahahahaha!
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