the official rules of wiffle ball.
we always played with ghost runners, usually two players per team, a pitcher and a shagger on defense, two batters on offense. the extra batter would usually act as the catcher because we lacked a backstop. we called singles, doubles, triples or homers depending on where the ball was hit. anything not hit past the pitcher was an automatic out. anything caught in the air by either the shagger or the pitcher was also an out, even if it was hit in, say, the doubles zone. if the shagger dropped it, you were on. 3 outs per inning, 3 strikes per batter. strikes were called by the catcher who also acted as an umpire. this led to lots of contention, arguing balls and strikes. bread was the worst for talking trash, insisting every ball he threw was a strike, verbally abusing the catcher/umpire, batter, imploring with the shagger who invariably had to agree with him. alternately, he was the same on offense, a regular ty cobb. i'm glad we had ghost runners or else i'm sure he's have worn spikes and gashed my leg sliding into third, like the time he broke my toe playing football, or the time he tore off kevlar's fingernail warming up for a game at da yeh junior high. the destructor, the billy martin, the bread machine that kneads straight razors into the dough. if you've played anything competitively with bread you know what i'm talking about. the guy likes to win. anyway, nothing wrong with some fierce competition and i'm glad we played together. i just asked kevlar about some video of one of these afternoons but he said he doesn't have it. i know he does, though. he's just being ornery.
