There's nothing I like better than a good lawn game. Whether it be bocce, cornhole, horseshoes, what have you; I'm a fan of it all. I hold Wiffleball in very high regard, though. It's in a class all its own. Nothing brings friends together and, at the same time, tears them apart quite like Wiffleball. Anyone that has started a game without explicitly setting rules for foul lines, home runs, and how to deal with trees and bushes knows exactly what I'm talking about.
Back in my prime, I could hit just about anything. I had a year or two when I was just unconscious. Who could forget the shot I hit on the side of 114 Woodland into the cemetery? Laser readings were indefinite, but I'm guessing that ball traveled at least 90 feet.
I never faced anyone like this, though. (Stick with it past the first minute or so.)
Those are the backyard legends that make up the Golden Stick Wiffleball League. The first half puts Baseball Tonight's "That's Nasty" segment to shame. I don't even know what to call some of those pitches. All I know is they make the Gyroball go home and cry in the shower. I'm guessing I'd do the same if I saw one of those plastic deathballs coming at my face and then dropping in for strike.
While I typically play Wiffleball drunkenly and with little regard for who actually wins, I wholeheartedly support this league so long as they keep dropping us these videos that are better than bottom-of-the-bag fries.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
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