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		<title>By: Unorganized Baseball Part 3 &#171; Brent Mayne</title>
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		<dc:creator>Unorganized Baseball Part 3 &#171; Brent Mayne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2010 17:14:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Here are some games that I used to play when I was younger. Just about all of them followed the general rules of baseball (3 outs, baselines, pop fly caught is an out, etc.) The ball could be anything, from rolled up socks, to a ball of tape, to a tennis ball or real baseball. The bat could be a real bat or a tennis racket or a stick. Gloves were optional. Rules were important and much of the time was spent figuring them out and making them adapt to the surroundings. Depending on the field, there were certain places you couldn&#8217;t hit the ball. Picking teams was an art and feelings got hurt because the worst players aways get picked last, that&#8217;s life. Bending the rules for the new kid happened. Arguments happened. Lost balls happened. Broken windows happened. Ghost runners existed. Spitting was perfected, grass stains on the knees&#8230;you get the picture. [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Unorganized Baseball Part I &#171; Brent Mayne</title>
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		<dc:creator>Unorganized Baseball Part I &#171; Brent Mayne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 21:13:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] of time, you know that I&#8217;m a big fan of kids playing unstructured baseball. Sandlot ball, stick ball, stoop ball, 3 flies up, over the line, whatever&#8230;just so long as it doesn&#8217;t come with a [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Brent Mayne</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brent Mayne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 20:48:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well put Gerry!  Thanks for your comments.</description>
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		<title>By: Gerry</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 22:48:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh man, do I remember those days.  Playing pick-up slow pitch all summer long.  Nothin&#039; to hide, nothin&#039; to prove, nothin&#039; to lose.  Just like you wrote, no umpires and no parents meant no pressure, no stress, just pure fun.  

But those were the days when no one&#039;s parents ever drove them anywhere and we played on a vacant lot using pieces of cardboard for bases.  Seems to me some of us shared our gloves and for sure only a couple kids brought bats.   

Today, parents shlepp their kid&#039;s everywhere and there&#039;s no end to the $$s some will spend ensuring little Jill or Johnney has the best equipment, lessons and &quot;playing experience&quot;.    And are the ball fields by you posted with &quot;no trespassing&quot; signs as they are by me.

Ironic, isn&#039;t it?  With all the organization, attention and expense, betcha&#039; there&#039;s only a few kids in the country today that have as much fun just playing as we had playing for free.

All we need are more open fields (if not ball fields) where &quot;trespassing&quot; is encouraged.  Kids will come (if their parents will let them).  Wonder if other kids now playing organized ball would like to play pick-up games.  Or here&#039;s a thought - what about fathers (and mothers) too?  It would be so much fun to get the parents out of the stands and onto the ball field.  OK, it would be so much fun for ME to get out of the stands and play a little ball with my son.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh man, do I remember those days.  Playing pick-up slow pitch all summer long.  Nothin&#8217; to hide, nothin&#8217; to prove, nothin&#8217; to lose.  Just like you wrote, no umpires and no parents meant no pressure, no stress, just pure fun.  </p>
<p>But those were the days when no one&#8217;s parents ever drove them anywhere and we played on a vacant lot using pieces of cardboard for bases.  Seems to me some of us shared our gloves and for sure only a couple kids brought bats.   </p>
<p>Today, parents shlepp their kid&#8217;s everywhere and there&#8217;s no end to the $$s some will spend ensuring little Jill or Johnney has the best equipment, lessons and &#8220;playing experience&#8221;.    And are the ball fields by you posted with &#8220;no trespassing&#8221; signs as they are by me.</p>
<p>Ironic, isn&#8217;t it?  With all the organization, attention and expense, betcha&#8217; there&#8217;s only a few kids in the country today that have as much fun just playing as we had playing for free.</p>
<p>All we need are more open fields (if not ball fields) where &#8220;trespassing&#8221; is encouraged.  Kids will come (if their parents will let them).  Wonder if other kids now playing organized ball would like to play pick-up games.  Or here&#8217;s a thought &#8211; what about fathers (and mothers) too?  It would be so much fun to get the parents out of the stands and onto the ball field.  OK, it would be so much fun for ME to get out of the stands and play a little ball with my son.</p>
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		<title>By: Mike Silva&#39;s New York Baseball Digest &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Remembering the Days of Stickball</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mike Silva&#39;s New York Baseball Digest &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Remembering the Days of Stickball</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 18:01:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Remembering the Days of Stickball By Mike Silva ~ December 31st, 2009. Filed under: Mike Silva.   Brent Mayne takes a walk down memory lane over at his site The Art of Catching. [...]</description>
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