Wiffle Ball Wednesday, July 16, 2014Ken In summer Jersey streets and narrow driveways not urban enough for stickball, we played kickball, freeze tag, dodgeball and wiffle ball. I whiffed in many at-bats, happy strikeouts, yellow plastic bat to curveballs, sinkers, risers. Share this poem:TwitterFacebookTumblrRedditEmailLinkedInWhatsAppPinterestLike Loading... Related