On one of the fences there was a sign with "Danger" on it. That sign coupled with our realizing that someone could be hurt on this unstable, heavy wall we had built prompted one of us to come up with the name “Danger Field.” The naming fun doesn't end there; our version of The Green Monster needed a name, so Brandon used his wit and came up with "The Rodney.” The name and nickname stuck. We’ve even had memorial patches for The Rodney.
2009 Danger Field memorial patch
We gave up on having a league and turned our attention to hosting a few tournaments that summer. Our first tournament, Wiffle Palooza, was held the Saturday before Memorial Day and we were able to draw eight teams. Most of the teams were old high school buddies, but one team was a writer for the News Herald and his sister. He even wrote a story:
http://www.wifflehouse.com/ybn/archive/2005_05_29_archive.html.
With eight teams and only one field there was a lot of waiting around that day. The tournament was still fairly successful and besides my team, it was everyone else’s first experience with a competitive wiffleball tournament. An unlikely star, David Negele, came out of nowhere to dominate the tournament. He won the MVP award and led his team to a 1-0 victory in the championship against Nick, Dave, and myself. It was Negele’s first and only tournament with us. He would never play again. We decided that our next tournament would be held near Flag Day and this time we would need to add a second field.
Brownstown Middle School was still under construction, so finding material to build a second field was easy and fun. To make building our second field quicker we used some fencing that was always present. For our right field fence, we used the tall fence from the tennis courts. For our left field fence, we used the fence from the track. For the remaining part of the field, we used material found on the school grounds. For you wifflers who played with us in 2009 and 2010, our 2nd field in 2005 was built where our present day Pacman Park/Southfield is. We called this field Gill Yards, because we used a lot of the old hurdles which were from the track to support the fencing in center field. The hurdles brand name was, of course, "Gill".
Our second tournament only had six teams, but I still consider it a huge success. With a little more advertising on wiffleball.net and the newspaper article we were able to gain some attention. This Flag Day tournament had three teams of high school friends, and then three teams of guys we did not know. One of those teams even came up from Ohio, which at the time made us feel really special. With the two fields and having only six teams, this tournament ran very smoothly. I remember the temperature at the time was over 90 degrees! An unknown guy named Joe Emery, who was well in his 40s, stole the show in the playoffs with his pitching, and took the MVP award along with a championship. [He had so much fun out there that he even gave back a portion of the winnings!] Even though the focus back then was on offense, pitching won the championship in both tournaments.
As the summer went on we started to focus in on slow-pitch in order to train for the London Wiffleball Tournament. We replaced Mac36 with Brandon, who’d been practicing with us despite fielding his own team since our league played only three fielders while London had four, and we were very confident to do well. Well, our 2005 London experience was exactly the same as 2004. We went 3-1 in round robin play and then 0-2 in the playoffs.
Wiffleball in 2005 was filled with trial and error, sweat and blood, winning and losing, but what I remember most was feeling like a kid again: playing a game that was every bit as fun as it was competitive. I'll never forget that summer and the guys who were a part of it.
[Now, the part where we switch narrators and hear the nostalgia from another source, Brandon Corbett, and bring it into the modern era.]
It’s funny; with all the differences over the years, I didn’t remember that we only played two fielders behind the pitcher, Wiffle Fest style, in 2005. That’s a pretty big difference in the game to not pay attention to, but hey! Most of us were too focused on putting up offensive numbers to notice things like "fielders," I guess.
Carl mentioned that offensive focus, and that, without a doubt, is the biggest change in our game over the years: the style of play. In that first season it was all about hitting statistics and power numbers. Our practices were batting practice, home run derbies; I can remember Nick and me dragging a tape measurer into the woods, through thick underbrush to see if he had set a new distance record; sort of accurate, completely worth it! It was all about building an admirable fence and then crushing the ball over it. Conversations about the game and the stats back then only used the letters RBI, HR, and SLG; maybe ERA once or twice, but nobody brought up stats like WHIP, first-pitch strike, K/BB ratio, or KPI (strike-outs per Inning). It was a completely different attitude toward wiffleball than we have now. League-wide pitching was approached very differently, as a secondary concern really.
We billed ourselves as a fast-pitch league, but most pitchers seemed to throw a mid-pitch game: huge sweeping curves, wacky motions, going around the batters back, through their legs, or over the top trying to clip the top of the strike zone. It was as though everyone was their kid-self again on the mound, reliving the game as it was played back then. The objective wasn’t so much to make the batter miss, as it was to keep it arced out of their reach. There are three pitching performances, though, that stand out to me from that first season: David Negele and Joe Emery, who Carl mentioned, as well as Dave Gapske from Carl’s Lugnuts. All three were fireballers, true fast-pitch pitchers. Negele’s arm held up longer than Gapske’s and won his team a championship, just as Emery’s arm won him a championship. The dominance of their fireballing style on the mound revolutionized pitching and Downriver Wiffle.
August 15
th, 2009, Downriver Wiffle held its first tournament in over four years, and nearly every pitcher came out throwing heat: true fast-pitch wiffleball. The game had completely changed. Pitchers weren’t being cute; they were trying to blow batters away. Batters weren't sitting back waiting to drive a ball; they were fighting off pitch after pitch trying not to be struck out. For the first time our rules and style of play were working toward a common goal, a pitchers’ league: 5-ball, 2-strike count, first-pitch strike/no swing strike-out, three fielders, and the pitchers absolutely bringing it. Gapske and new teammate, Eric Falletich, from Clownshoes formed the most dominating one-two punch I have ever seen. Falletich, in his only tournament, recorded 45 outs. 42 were strikeouts. Clownshoes led the revolution from the mound that ended our “steroid era” with all other pitchers striding right behind them. … Of course, this was the first year I pitched, so my opinion may be bit biased, but the numbers back it up.
Since 2009 the Squirrels and DeLoppes have never played a game that was
decided by more than two runs, or had more than eight total runs:
two extra inning affairs and two walk-off wins are included in this pitching duel rivalry.
One thing that has always been the same throughout the years, though, is the feeling of invention, creating something that is its own, something different, something new, something that is yours. Every season, whether with tournaments or the league this year, we’re creating something that only so few people will get to be a part of and that is special. We have a competitive sports league we’ve built with friends and great talent from across the Metro Detroit area and beyond. That’s amazing, and there are so many ways to be inventive with wiffleball: your rules, pitches, field designs, team names, logos, league identities [*Expect future posts about many of these!]. Every one of these, everything about this game is something to have so much fun with.
What I really hope we can accomplish with the league this year is to form a community that bonds over wiffleball, makes the game a part of their lives along with the friendships that come from it, and will continue the growth of the game in the Metro Detroit area. When we started Downriver Wiffle in 2005 there was little interest and next to no enthusiasm for wiffle here. Over the past couple years people like the Hoppes, Shore and his guys, Pearson, the Bradens, and the Constantis have shown how interest is rising and that the enthusiasm is becoming audible. I hope to capitalize on the momentum we have and not let the interest wiffle has in Metro Detroit right now fade the way it has in the past, but instead keep wiffle expanding in Southeast Michigan and throughout the state. Maybe when we come back in 2012 we’ll have enough teams to have divisions: North and South, East and West… South and East – be all ACC-like with their Atlantic and Coastal – whatever the names. The idea that interest in wiffleball has started showing signs of becoming so prominent that it can support something like that in Southeast Michigan is one of the most terrific things I have ever been lucky enough to have a role in helping make a reality.
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. It might sound a bit blasphemous to compare Carl and me to God. Also, equate Wiffleball to the heavens and the earth, but that’s how it felt. We created something small that we could do in our spare time. Maybe host a couple tournaments at Brownstown Middle School, perhaps a few trips to other tournaments out of and around the state. We just wanted to play a game that we enjoyed. Practice what we loved. Build what we dreamt.
When it came time to host a tournament, Carl was in his comfort zone. He was always good at organizing those kinds of things. Since this was before social networking websites, we mostly asked people we knew from school and the neighborhood. I remember writing a letter to every newspaper in the metro Detroit area to write an article about what we were doing. All in all, we had about 5-6 teams who threw down 20-something bucks to play. It was a winner-take-all tournament and Carl and I didn’t take a dime of the entry fee. This wasn’t about money to us, obviously, we just wanted to play. And if you’re wondering, two newspaper reporters actually showed up and one wrote a story!
