Remembering a stickball showdown in 1950s Brooklyn
The other day I gave a Zoom talk on my book, “The War of the Itchy Balls and Other Tales from Brooklyn,” and in the Q&A, soon the chatter turned to stickball. Stickball is the epitome of the “necessity is the mother of invention” game. No one was too poor to be able to cobble together the minimalist requirements needed.
It is a game that sticks with you. There are a bunch of codgers in Palm Beach County who have a stickball league! Most are Brooklynites.
I only needed to see stickball once and I was hooked that day when an eighth grader about the size of an NFL guard swung and hit this pinkie (a.k.a. pink rubber ball, also known as a “Spauldeen”) in a high arc. It flew over the schoolyard fence, over the street, and landed on the roof of the five-story apartment house facing “left field.”