Matt sent me this link to solicit my reaction.
It’s not just one, two, three strikes you’re out at the old softball game in Feld Park.
Belting one over the fence will do it, too.
Home runs are outs in this otherwise all-American Houston suburb about nine miles west of downtown, where encroaching development has upended one of the sport’s most hallowed rules, even, for a time, getting home run hitters ejected from the batter’s box.
(Inside-the-park home runs — what the Amateur Softball Association soothingly calls “four-base awards” — are still O.K.)
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“I don’t want to be in the backyard to be clunked on the head with a softball,” said Lee Decker, a builder whose new and yet-unsold $721,000 two-story house overlooking left-center field lost two windows late last year to homegrown sultans of swat in the park’s Optimist Club league. Mr. Decker has since been mollified by the long-ball sanctions and a 50-foot-high fence-and-net barrier that has proved impervious to all but one improbable blast of 300 feet or more several weeks ago that broke another window.
“I thought there was no way anyone could hit that house,” said Jane Dembski, Bellaire’s director of parks and recreation, whose agency had paid most of the costs of the latest net. “It kind of went straight up and straight down.”
Actually, I once played in a coed slow-pitch league where hitting the ball over the fence was an out, not a round-tripper. Most people in that league, myself included, couldn’t have reached the fences if you let them swing again from where their hits wound up, so it wasn’t a common occurrance. That league played at a complex in the middle of nowhere, so window-breaking was not the issue. I think it was mostly to keep some competitiveness across teams, where the talent levels varied widely. Frankly, I’d forgotten about it until I read this.
An old sign near the outfield spells out the stakes: “Ballplayers do not retrieve balls hit into yards without the residents’ permission. Violators can be arrested for trespassing on private property.”
Or worse.
“Why don’t we enter the yards, Jackie?” a neighbor, Robert Duffield, asked his wife, eliciting her well-primed answer: “Because,” she said, “this is Texas and you might get shot.”
Heh. Robert and Jackie are acquaintances of mine. I can totally see them saying that.
Anyway. Slow-pitch softball is a sport that is almost, but not quite, exaclty unlike baseball. Weird rules like that are the norm, not the exception. If you object to that, you’ll probably not understand the keg behind second base, either. It’s just how it is.
Tim’s played in leagues that didn’t allow home runs, too. Somehow, it always seemed un-American to me, but I know it was so that people didn’t load up D-League teams with good hitters, just so they could win lots of games.
Many American States that based their legal systems on the English common law contemplated a rule regarding situations where someone built a $700,00.00 home next to a facility that might regularly launch round projectiles toward its egg shell sensitive window panes. It is commonly known in the law as coming to the nuisance. Certain people think that they can live in glass houses AND throw stones.
Tim’s played in leagues that didn’t allow home runs, too. Somehow, it always seemed un-American to me, but I know it was so that people didn’t load up D-League teams with good hitters, just so they could win lots of games.
Right. In my leagues, it varied. Sometimes you’d get only one home run per team per game, sometimes one *hitter* per game (unlimited number for that one hitter), sometimes three homers total, et cetera. Usually, the higher the caliber of play, the more homers were allowed. It would be ridiculous to play in a novice league where five guys in the lineup could regularly crush one out.
I’ve hit exactly one over-the-fence homer in 20 years of beer league softball, back in ’98. I knew I hit it well, so I ran my butt off, knowing I burned the left fielder and if I hustled I might leg out a triple. But as I rounded first, head down, my dugout went crazy.
No way. Maybe a little wind-aided, but it was still about 290 feet to the fence.