Back in the Pink
By Steve Jacobson, 5/9/99 Newsday
Now is the time for all good parents to come to the aid of their children.
The Spaldeen is back. Great googamooga! What a pity that our children
missed out on it for 20 years. Boy, do we need it now! It is the
responsibility, duty and obligation of those of us who remember to teach the
joys of the Spaldeen. Turn off the TV and the numbing electronic games and
teach the games that belong in the time capsule of the free mind. Neither a
scheduled time nor a Hittleman's Bakery shirt is necessary."
Streetplay Note - What we particularly like about this article is its
empbhasis on teaching the game to kids
Teach them punchball, stickball, triangle, boxball, stoopball, king, I
declare war, and the others you and I will get to later - and more only you
recall.
If you grew up here, which includes city and suburbia, you need no
identification for the ball or the games. In case you just moved from Mars or
Kansas City, the Spaldeen was a hollow rubber ball the color of bubble gum. It
was called Spal-DEEN because the manufacturer stamped it Spalding, and that's
how we said it.
The Spaldeen had limitless limitations. If you had the ball in your pocket,
you could make up a game to play with your sister or little brother while you
were out with your parents. You could even create a game with half a broken
Spaldeen. Spalding sold millions of them - mostly in the Northeast - from the
early '50s until 1978, and there's a memory for each. Most games included
climbing a fence or probing a sewer to get the ball back.
Originally, it came from rejects and leftovers from the making of tennis balls
- before they put the fur on. You know, like chicken wings used to get thrown
away until the Anchor Bar in Buffalo created a desirable snack food.
Stores would get Spaldeens by the box, and the slick ones of us could reach in
and pick out the firm ones from among the soft ones like finding good peaches.
When Spalding stopped making them, they were 25 cents each. They had a special
aroma, remembered like the bouquet of the bubble gum that used to be packed
with baseball cards.
The author then describes some of the common venacular used in stickball
games
...Spalding stopped having leftovers when it moved the tennis-ball operation
to Taiwan, but Chris Waldeck of Spalding said the company would get calls and
e-mail every week asking what happened to the ball. Some of the letters might
have been tear-stained. And now the Spaldeen is back.
Suburban streets with dead ends and hoity-toity cul de sacs are ideal for the
Spaldeen. So are driveways and sidewalks with boxes. So are brick walls or
areas without windows on houses. So are stoops. Play until dark and hope the
Good Humor man rides by. Sigh.
And the beach. Ah, summer is coming.
The Spaldeen is good for any age. It doesn't hurt the hands. Start by playing
hit-the-penny. All you need is a hard surface. If you have sidewalk boxes, you
can play boxball, which is like tennis, or boxbaseball with pitching flukes.
If you have a stoop, you can play stoopball: One bounce is five points, a fly
is 10 points and a pointer is 100. Play stoopbaseball: Catch a fly for an out
- one bounce is a single, and so on. If you don't have a stoop, play it off
the curb - if you can find a curb.
If you have four players, you can spread out. In I declare war, each player
takes the name of a country and the one who is It throws the ball high off
somebody's house or straight in the air and yells, "I declare war on . . .
Labrador," or something. Everybody scatters while Labrador tries to retrieve
the ball. Then he tries to wing it at some other country.
Two or three on a side, you can play triangle--home at one curb and first
base and third on the far curb. The batter slaps--no fist--the Spaldeen, and
it must bounce before it passes the far curb. The rest was like baseball.
A few more fielders and you can play punchball. The batter bounces the ball
and punches it into the field. In the most ambitious games, the batter tosses
the ball in the air and punches it like a tennis serve. Carl Brier and Tom
DeLuca were the best overhand hitters I ever saw. A throw from the outfield to
the plate on a windy day is a real art.
Long Island finds a special asset in the Spaldeen. Take it to the beach and
play catch or tagging-up or triangle or punchball. Inevitably, the ball goes
in the water. A wet tennis ball is heavy, sprays water and sand and is
useless. Ah, but a Spaldeen, the water just shakes off.
The man from Spalding asked, "Do you need some product?" Product? There must
be some in the drainpipe. Besides, I have memories. Two bucks. Cheap.
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