Lots and lots of e-mailed letters -- one from the prominent developer David Cordish -- on Wednesday's column about baseball, kids and the lack of opportunity for pickup games. Here's a sampling:
As a boy growing up in a small town in Minnesota we had softball pickup games called "work up." As I discuss this game here in the Baltimore area with friends,
they have never heard of it.
It happened after lunch (we were let out of school at noon for lunch
at home.) When we came back before the afternoon bell sounded we
played "pick-up." Early in the spring when the base ball diamond was
muddy we played on the tennis courts asphalt -the posts for the net
were first and third base. Since we were confined here we played
kick ball same rules, same set up.
The first couple of guys back (one of them had a baseball bat and
softball) -one became the pitcher the other the batter. We used base
ball rules three strikes or catching a fly ball, or tagging the batter
made an out (after all they had to run to all the bases). It the
batter was any good he ran the pitcher all over the field! But the
third guy arriving became the first base man, the fourth guy the
second baseman, and so it was with the fifth guy becoming third base-
when we had six they became fielders. Any time a batter was out the
pitcher moved up to take his place, the first basement became pitcher
etc. So as more kids arrived they called out to find the player that
had come before-"Who do I follow?" By this time consensus would be
reached that we needed another batter or a catcher and everyone moved
up in rotation. By the time 20 guys were playing in the outfield -
the move ups were quite fast but that's about the time the bell rang
and we had to go in for afternoon classes.
Note: we didn't have any adults around. Everyone abided by the rules and
we all had a great time! Nor did we have softball gloves -- we bare
knuckled the ball -- you learned after a few finger stings how to catch a
ball properly!
-- George P. Miller
This weekend I witnessed my son and a few of his friends (all players of multiple organized leagues) playing a “modified” baseball game and it was a joy to watch. They were playing in a very small front yard with one plastic bat and a bucket of various-sized wiffle balls (including golf-ball sized ones). One pitcher, one batter, two outfielders. One kid bats for the whole inning. A missed swing was an out. Past the second driveway with a normal-sized ball was a home run; past the first driveway with a golf-ball sized ball. The rules were established as the game progressed but each kid knew them like they were born knowing them. Is it an out if you catch it after it bounces off the house? Yes. No disagreements. It was so enjoyable just to sit back and watch them play for the fun of it. No trophies. No uniforms. No frustrated parents or coaches. Just boys being boys. I hope more kids get a chance to do things like that. Twitter pickup games are a great idea.
-- Lisa McGrath
I grew up in a row house neighborhood, next to Druid Hill Park, where we played pick up football every waking hour that we weren’t in school, followed by pick up basketball in the winter, followed by pick up softball and baseball in the summer. There was never a parent or umpire in sight. No organized teams or uniforms.
Instead, the kids themselves had to chuck up, choose sides, make all the “umpire” decisions themselves, no coaches; just play ball. This is not to say you didn’t kill yourself to win as nothing quite equals then, or for that matter now, the high of an athletic victory.
More importantly, however, was the fact that you were entirely 100% on your own, with other kids, with zero adult supervision or intervention. Until high school and college, none of us ever played in an “organized athletic event”. There was plenty of time for that later in high school and college. Tons of All Americans emerged from these playgrounds, so even the notion that the kids today are better prepared for organized sports is dubious. Certainly robbing them of the self-reliance and initiative that is learned from playgrounds is a huge loss. Besides, as you beautifully point out, it was just pure raw fun.
-- David Cordish
I am the GM of the bare hills tennis and fitness club. I grew up across from Forest park in Springfield, MA and that’s all we did was play and have fun…no lessons, no formal training. We are trying to get that point across to parents and kids.
-- John Mayotte