Coney Island hosts first annual Brooklyn Stickball Challenge
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Coney Island is New York City’s living museum. It’s the place to see people scarf hotdogs for Uncle Sam, wiggle free from straightjackets, hustle out-of-town rubes into playing sideshow games and display more flesh than the public good warrants, just as it has been for the past century. And now, it’s the place to watch a disparate group of men revive a pastime that many Americans have only referenced in vintage movies or faded black and white snapshots.
It’s a little after 9 a.m., and already the air on 12th Street in Coney Island between Deno’s Wonder Wheel and the Steeplechase roller coaster simmers as the Northeast’s heat wave spills over into the weekend. The Brooklyn Stickball Team and East Harlem Stickball Team have two seven-inning games scheduled for this, the very first Brooklyn Stickball Challenge, but the weather is plainly not on their side, and no one is sure how far into the schedule they’ll manage.
“Guys, what are you doing?” Brooklyn Stickball captain Jay Cusato demands as the team huddles briefly before lining up to bat. “We gotta get hits. We gotta score runs!” he insists, clapping his hands for emphasis as the first batter approaches home plate, a rough chalk drawing in the center of the street.