I've
written three posts for today. All whiny drivel. I decided to go
back to my photo album for inspiration for something to write about
that wasn't depressing, medical, or would cause you all to call the
men in little white coats to come get me.
It's
time you learned Backyard Fence Ball. This is the game you and your
siblings invent when you all want to play baseball, only there are
only 3, not 18 of you.
Rules:
Teams:
Each
person is his or her own team. When you're up to bat, you hit the
ball, run to first. Get there safely? Go hit again. Get to first
safely again? You are now figuratively on second. Hit again? Get
to second? You're home! Simple arithmetic. You get around the bases
on singles, doubles, and triples, and each play is added to the one
before. Still three outs.
Outs
The
other two players are BOTH trying to get you out. One pitches, the
other fields, as does the pitcher once the ball is away. To get
someone out, you just have to hit THE BASE, or hit the person. First base was the fence
you see in the back ground. We were fairly reasonable about what was
close enough to first base, although this is the point we argued the
most. We should have just drawn a circle in chalk and called it
done. We did like to fight though...Second base was the big tree.
Anywhere on the trunk was fine. Third was a lawn chair. Again,
anywhere was fine. Home was a home plate. Well, a circle drawn in
the dirt.
We
played this game for hours. When we lost our wiffle ball (um, yeah,
I never said it was a real baseball) (but a wiffle ball does sting if
thrown by DataBoy) we'd play a kickball version of it. Yes, I did
get over my kickball trauma. Eventually. DataBoy usually won
because he had three skills that us girls didn't possess many of:
hitting the ball, throwing the ball accurately, and catching the
ball. Sigh. It was fun though.
“It's
a simple game. You throw the ball, you hit the ball, you catch the
ball. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. Sometimes it rains.”
~Tina,
challenging you to quote the movie
17 comments:
I'm sorry you felt the need to write whiny posts, obviously things not going that well, so wishing you all the best.
Kids invent the greatest games.
ah i hope this cheered you up a bit..sorry if its a whiny day...you got me thinking about the fun games we used to play...midnight in the graveyard probably my fav...like reverse hide and seek...the its go hide and you have to go find and beat them back to base....
We mostly skipped baseball-type games when I was a kid. I don't really know why. We did play kickball, which is a baseball type game, but it's also not. We had all sorts of complicated rules depending upon where we were playing; they all had to do with automatic outs, like, if you got the ball stuck in a tree when you kicked it, you were out. If you kicked the ball through someone's window (never happened, but we had a rule for it), you were out. And everyone would run (I'm not sure if that was an official rule or not). Sometimes we played with a basketball just to handicap the kicker.
Hit the person? As in, with the ball? You guys were vicious.
I was so incredibly not athletic and a klutz and didn't know a thing about sports when I was a kid. I got left out a lot and made to feel like a loser....and not just in gym class.
I never heard the quote before today. I was just doing some history stuff online, ignoring the TV, until I happened to hear a certain quote... I love ironic things.
(Bull Durham?)
Hi Tina .. the brother below me and I were good ball players .. so we could play tennis as a family - that left the little one out - such was life he wasn't so sport oriented.
But we'd always played French cricket or some form of ball game as kids - rounders ... etc etc - fun times just being able to play for hours and hours ...
Love the photo - and of course learning a 'new' sport now you were in a different country .. still can't quite get my head round baseball!!
Hope you're having an easier weekend .. it's gorgeous here - at last .. cheers and hugs - Hilary
all we need is love, said by john lennon... sadly shot down by a crazed fan... who lost the meaning.
Wiffle balls give a really nasty sting.
Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly
I'm sorry to hear you are feeling whiney!
I will be in your neck of the woods for a couple hours today, seeing my aunt and cousin, and visiting the Brainfood Bookstore, which is selling my book! I will send some short-distance love your way while we are there.
BTW we still need to hang out...
We used to make up our own ball games, too. And I was once guilty of breaking a neighbor's window with a great hit.
Bull Durham. Awesome flick! :)
This reminds me of a game we used to play called French cricket. It required a tennis racquet and about 3 players.
Wow: your method of counting runs/bases beats ours, maybe, in that we used an "invisible runner," who would advance as many bases as we did. But I'm glad to see that we weren't the only people to play "hit the runner and he's out," a method that had to be replaced by "pitcher's hand out" once we got strong enough to hurt with the ball.
Now I want to get my kids and go outside and play whiffle ball. Only we always end up just spraying each other with the hose.
Kids are so creative!
I don't know where the quote originates, but I used to use it all the time to explain to my friends the frustration I have with cricket. As I don't think there have been any films about cricket (how boring would that be!!) I have no idea :-)
Oh, I loved this story. My cousins and I would make up games all the time,off of originals, then we would be alright for awhile until something would go wrong and then eventually some kind of fight broke out then off to a new game or an added rule until we forgot half the rules lol
Lucy from Lucy's Reality
I never liked baseball.
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