Everybody played, and I mean girls as well as boys. Sometimes you knew all the kids and sometimes not. Some kids didn’t have gloves - no matter. All you needed was a ball and a bat and maybe some pieces of an old tire for bases.
It wasn’t long that on some vacant lot or ramshackle diamond or perhaps a school diamond, you would find one and play perhaps all day. In the morning, you would slip your glove though the handlebar of your bicycle (if it wasn’t already there) and head out looking for a game.
I was reminded of growing up in the 1950s and 1960s, when on weekends and throughout the summer, pickup baseball games took up a great deal of my time. I heard on the radio recently that a reporter from the Philadelphia Inquirer traveled the entire country for quite some time looking for a game of pickup baseball.
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