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There is a piece in the Times today about the continuing popularity of the Strat-O-Matic baseball board game. I never played it as a kid. I have a vague memory of maybe having it once, or possibly I saw it at a friends house, but it never interested me. Too many numbers, too much abstraction. I was a much more tactile kid. Dungeons and Dragons never appealed to me either--it required a leap of faith, of imagination that was too remote for me to identify with.
I was usually playing baseball instead--hard ball with a team or whiffle ball in the back yard. If I played any baseball games they were usually on the computer. My brother and I used to go at it on the Commodore 64, and I remember buying Intellivision from a classmate when I was in junior high just so we could play the sports games. I used to keep boxscores of these games--not long ago I was leafing through an old Roger Angell book and found a boxscore I had kept around 1984-85, the Mets (my brother) vs. the Angels (me, cause of Reggie)--but that was about as far into the numbers as I went. Still, I now know a lot of baseball heads who were ardent Strat-O-Matic fans. Were you one of them?
I learned a lot about in-game tactics, platooning and lineup selection from playing Strat. It's a great teaching tool.
I played a ton of wiffle ball and stickball during my 'wonder years' on Long Island (even indoor wiffleball in a friend's unfinished basement).
Funny thing about those variations of the game is that even if you couldn't pitch a baseball very well, with a wiffle or tennis ball in your hand you were suddenly a cross between Sandy Koufax and Bob Gibson.
Before that, when I was growing up in Queens, I played punchball on the asphalt playground of Public School #21 in Flushing.
For those of you not familiar with game, you punch the ball with the heel of your fist. There was no pitcher. You hit the ball either tennis-serve style, or off a bounce. There was a dodgeball element to the game as well, which allowed the fielders to hurl the ball at a baserunner. If you got 'pegged' you were out.
It was always fun until somebody got a face-welt.
Growing up in the inner city (Washington Heights) I never did hear about the Strat-O-Matic game. I first heard of it when I started playing fantasy baseball and getting together with the other team owners for our annual draft day. I was a little out of the cultural loop there, but I bet I can school them on cracking a Phillie or a Dutch and filling it with some good "ism". :-) I do remember intellivision had a Dungeons and Dragon game that I played, but I don't remember getting into it that much. I also remember intellivision had that funky controller that kind of looked like a telephone key pad. Those were the days....
We would play that game for HOURS on end, only stopping to watch the old Yankee tape, "The Greatest Comeback Ever", or for some reason an old Charlie Lau hitting tape.
We eventually graduated to 'Micro League Baseball' on his Commodore 64 - and I had it on my IBM PCjr at home. You'd get a bunch of old-time 'classic' teams with the game disk, and each year you could order a new season's worth of teams & stats - or you could enter them yourself with the "General Manger's disk" - I specifically remember entering (manually) all the stats for the '86 Yankees - and every other team in the league - so I could simulate an ENTIRE season on my computer.
Then I'd keep score in a scorebook from the results on the computer. Baseball junkie? Me?
Nah.
Actually, my friend's father, fifty-something years young, regularly plays a solitary version of stratomatic baseball. He's something of an obsessive: an IT guy whose favorite writer is Pynchon. He's also a Cardinals fan, and last I checked he was in the middle of a season playing as the 1984 Cardinals.
In my apartment complex there was this handball wall and my friends and I used to play either baseball or stickball with rules for how many bases you got based on which tree in the yard behind you could hit it past. Too fun, but I probably played too much, hence the messed up shoulder these days.
And yes, Murray, that Schmidt '81 card was something. Goose that year was something special too, wasn't he?
ROFL- YES!!
Or how about when the ball was carrying to the fence, and of course you had to wait to hear the little 'blippity-blip' noise, and then read the screen to find out if it was a home run or not..
Ah, memories. Is there an emulator out there somewhere for Mac or Windows XP?
The Commodore 64 was the best! I used to take on my brother in the game "Hardball". We got pretty into it. One game, I had a perfect game going into the ninth, and he broke it up with a bunt single. Didn't speak to him for a month....and....nope, I'm still not over it...
I recently downloaded a C64 emulator for WinXP, and played Hardball all over again. Brought a tear to my eye.
And don't even get me started on the whiffle ball games we played...
As the requisite counterpart to Alex's computer days, let me give you the inside scoop. He was a good winner but an awful loser, which luckily for him didn't happen to often when we faced off.
The thing I remember most clearly about the intellovision was that awful disc controll pad. You'd have a mean blister on the side of your thumb from zealously directing the guys around the bases, FASTER Hernandez you slow shit!!! That and you could cheat. there was a button to push on the key pad that let you control the other guys players. Just like real seball cheating was an element and the art was getting away with it...
And Hardball, aw man. Those screwballs really moved.
Wiffle Ball? All the time. When there was no wiffle/tennis ball an old sock and duct tape would suffice. I used to rip CC Sabathia back in the days.
It's funny that Ben remembers me winning most of the time. My memory was that he was much better at video games than me, and he was also a better athlete than me. But I had the leverage of being older and stronger which accounted for a significant edge. I was also more into winning and being competitive too. I mean, my brother and I must have fought every day for four years back in the middle school-high school era.
The beauty part is that we ended up being mad close in spite of all the adolescent angst.
And how do kids from different parts of the world pick up on the same tips. Man, we used to wrap our whiffle ball bats in black electrical tape too. Used to wrap half of the ball in it too so you could throw it a bit harder but still get the good whiffle for the breaking pitches.
And when we tore up the balls completely, we'd make balls out of tin foil. You had to reform the ball after each hit, cause you'd dent it so much, but hey, anything to keep playing. Man, kids are resourceful, huh?
Owned Intellivision, too. The best graphics at that time. I shudder to think how much I spent on the hardware and cartridges. Way too much considering how many years ago it was.
I had Earl Weaver for the PC later on, and loved that too, but I never lost the love for Strat. I dug it out a few months ago and Pete and I played the 1971 WS. Good stuff. Damn, now I want to play a series.
There was definitely an esthetic to how the cards were designed. A Rob Deer card might have a lot of homers on it, but they'd be on 2s and 3s and 10s. The truly fearsome hitters would have their home run rolls piled together on 5s, 6s and 7s - that was the Strat version of shock and awe.
When I was a kid, in the mid 60s, I had a simpler dice game called Challenge the Yankees. It didn't have much in the way of realism - two dice, 12 rolls - but it had player pictures on the cards. My cousin and I played that one whenever we were together.
Very extensive RBI Baseball website. I'd guess there are already many on this forum that know about it, but it's worth a five minute visit even if you've never played RBI Baseball.
It was an electronic game from the late 80s. It was shaped like Yankee Stadium and if you played it, you'll never forget it!
Man, you haven't lived until you literally punch an RBI double with a pinky spongeball.
We preferred the pink 'hairless' tennis balls made by Spalding to a real tennis ball. But those tended to split in half, especially if you really smacked one. If we busted or lost a ball down a sewer drain, a balding tennis ball would do.
Ken Phelps card was awesome too - 3 true outcomes for sure.
I do remember a really affluent kid that we used to see in the summer (spending time at my grandmother's place). He had all the gadgets and toys that you wanted as a kid and he had one of the first Atari 2600 sets.
There was a baseball game that I played like a meth addict (i can't remember the game now...probably Atari Baseball or something).
You had to push the joy stick left twice to use the third baseman, three times for left field...etc...It was Awesome!
#28 - Starting Lineup Talking Baseball!!! From Parker Brothers!!! I had the cartridges for every team and the cards that came with them. Sadly, my family's now long gone dog, Mr. B, chewed up the Yankees (especially Rickey Henderson), so the set is incomplete, but I still have it around somewhere. I lost months of my life to that thing. I always thought the stadium resembled Dodger Stadium more. So did my dad, who broke out a model-painting kit and painted the seats to match the Dodger Stadium color pattern. To further confuse things, I was responsible for the city name stickers on the outer ring of the stadium, and for some reason I decided to put Montreal front and center. "High drive... deep to left... off the top of the wall! Hen-der-son... is going for home!"
I've played punchball, too. We would use the $1 blue ball you'd get at the local stationary store. I remember some cats used to punch that ball far....I was better with a bat than punching at a ball. I found that the one kid on the block where his mom and his mom's first cousin decided to breed were much better at punch ball than the other kids on the block. They tended to have bigger, fatter and stronger hands and that made them a more lethal punchball player. Eventually sports that required a bit more brain power weeded those types out, but they'll always have punchball. I'm just sayin'
Tons of Wiffle Ball in the backyard and touch football on the street. I perfected the art of dragging both feet while making a catch over the curb. It'd always be the 3 Reynolds (next door) on a team, me and my bro on the other, with the other kids filling out the rosters. Games ended in one of 4 ways- bloody noses, one of the younger ones running home crying about something, dinner, or darkness.
What about Groundrule doubles?
Sorry if my punchball references stirred up any unpleasant memories for you.
I was most certainly not one of those ham-fisted brutes on the block. I was an average-sized, skinny dude. I loved the simplicity of the game, and that it didn't require anything more than a ball, and that a bunch of us could play it in the schoolyard before the opening bell. I also remember how the game sometimes ended when one of the bigger, stronger kids 'pegged' a runner hard, and sent them to the nurse. I don't recall that I ever required medical assistance after punchball, but I remember getting a nasty welt on my back from being thrown at, and also ripping more than several pairs of Levi's corduroys (the public school uniform at the time) playing on the asphalt.
Playing with 1982 stats, I traded Ozzie Smith straight up for Luis Salazar because I didn't have anyone on my team who could hit lefties.
Look at Alex, making us feel all bad about staying inside and playing video games...
;-)
In all seriousness, my outdoor game was wiffleball - limited space in the backyard, so it meant we needed to play with a ball that wouldn't travel as far - or break a window for that matter..
I liked pretending I was Jimmy Key. (even though I was righthanded) I liked Key even when he was with Toronto, and was like 11-1 as a visitor at Yankee Stadium. The day the Yanks signed him was the first indication I had that the Yankees' Dark Times were nearing a close.
Ah, the days of whiffleball...
Moved over to APBA by '61 or '62.
I do remember going to visit my great-aunt in Harlem and watching the older kids playing stickball in the street. How, I admired my older cousin who I just knew to be the next Mickey Rivers. I think every once in a while they let us little guys get in a game or two.
Later I was whisked off to Maryland where there was more grass than asphalt - lots more. Stickball and punchball got replaced by the real thing. There was a backstop right behind my house; we used to play almost every day in the summer. As there were almost never more than 6 or 8 of us you could only hit to one side of the field. We also used "pitcher's poison."
On rainy days I'd play a baseball game on my Atari. I don't remember playing that with my friends though. Actually, I think they stopped wanting to play it, because I'd usually win. So we moved on to "Frogger," "Dig Dug" and "Joust." I skipped Nintendo, later getting a Sega, and spent countless hours on whichever baseball game it was - maybe Hardball. And, now, it's all about refining my hitting on MVP.
Lots of good times.
Intellivision baseball. 'YEEEER OUT. Thinking back now - how clunky and mechanical but actually pretty realistic - games were like 3-2. The only problem was that if you were "too quick with the controller you couldn't throw the ball." And how about that ambigous homerun in the gap?
My greatest accomplishment as a kid was TKOing Tyson in the second round. I'll never be that good at anything ever again most likely.
Other dice games I got were Extra Innings and Sherco.
I'd love to take a glimpse at a Bonds Strat card, circa 2001-04.
While everyone was out pledging frats or getting shit-faced on Friday nights, we actually had Strat-O-Matic tourneys, complete with box scores and a continually updated spreadsheet that included up-to-the-day batting and pitching statistics.
We all got to draft one hall-of-famer to have on our contemporary team roster (which, I think, were from sometime in the mid-80's). I had chosen the Angels, yes, because of Reggie - and because everyone else in the dorm was either a Mets, Yanks, or Sox fan.
Long story short, a buddy, Bill, who had the Phillies defeated my buddy, Pete's, Yankees squad, which included The Babe, in the championship round. The Babe had a rough series, going 0-fer in the final game against none other than Shane Rawley. After Rawley K'd Babe for the final out of the game, Pete flipped the board over and stormed out of the room.
Bill - who knew relatively little about baseball - said, apologetically, "I didn't know Babe was supposed to be that good."
"Of course, you didn't!" Pete screamed.
Sorry for the long post.
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We also played stickball on the handball courts--which I understand was called "Pitching In" when people played stickball in the streets. The demise of classic stickball in New York is related to the proliferation of automobile traffic in the post-WWII era.
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