The Valpo Core Reader
 

Authors

Jeffrey Kulka

Document Type

Narrative Essay

Publication Date

1991

Excerpt

When we had started playing whiffle ball, the dirt spot we used as home plate was about the size of a shoebox. It was right in front of our back porch steps so it lived up to the name of "home" plate quite well. I lived at the corner of Robinson Avenue and E. 99th Street. The front of the house faced Robinson Avenue so my backyard, which served as the baseball diamond, was located between E. 99th Street and our neighbor's backyard. The garage and driveway faced E. 99th Street which served as our right field. Because of our garage, centerfield was nonexistent. A large chunk of left field was missing as well because the neighbor's garage was placed there. We did have left center--a ten-footwide strip of grass and weeds that separated our garage from our neighbor's. Anything hit here was at least a triple because it took so long to retrieve the ball; mom's garden blocked the direct route to left center so the outfielder had to run around it, then search through the high grass for the ball.

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