Whiffle Ball

It was another summer day in Cass City Michigan. I was in my last couple of years of elementary school when I found a new game that I loved. It resembled one of my favorite sports but was less intense. You played with a plastic ball and bat, but it didn’t require a ball. If you don’t know what this game is yet you defiantly missed out. My friends and I played whiffle ball almost every day that we could that summer, and the only thing that could stop us was our parents and the weather. The game came about after we watched my neighbors play the game for a family reunion then I took the ideas to my friends. We all were excited about this new game and pooled our money together to get a new whiffle ball bat and some ball.

We bought the best whiffle ball bat we could find. It was black and the plastic had a wood print on it that made it look real. The whiffle balls were white and had holes on one side of the ball that allowed you to through crazy curve balls that people could rarely hit. We made our first whiffle ball field at my friend Lucas’s house. He had a white picket fence that we could use for a homerun boundary and a big oak tree that acted as our catcher. As the word spread of the first game more and more friends showed up. Bikes laid in the yard and we picked the teams. The first game of whiffle ball was a major success and all of our friends decided to play again.

The next day we played our first game the next day at the same spots. We all gave ourselves names of major league baseball players. Our friend Lucas was not a little kid and went by the name “Big Papi,” and I was pretended I was “Pudge.” Once again we had most of our friends there and played multiple games. We all enjoyed the fact we could hit homeruns and trot around the bases. Then we came up with an idea. We decided that we should all have fields and play a game at each field every day. We all traveled from house to house making up new fields. Some with farther fences and others that had shorter, but taller fences.  The fields all had there advantages when it came to whose house you were at. Like my house we always got lemonade, while at Lucas’s his mom made us food. Looking back at it we were living the American kids dream. Playing a game close to baseball and pretending we were the pros. Nothing will top those summer days of whiffle ball.