We loved Baseball. We loved the woods. We loved chasing various things and being chased. Thus the sport of Beesball was formed.
At first it was merely throwing a baseball (usually a wiffle ball as it had more action and didn't destroy the nest for "doubleheaders") at a bees nest in the woods and running. But, as all games and little boys minds do, it evolved into a test of accuracy, smarts and courage. The kid who could hit the bees nest, and actually be the last to run was the winner. As the summer wore on you could devise any type "armor" you wanted to assist you. We spent countless days and nights searching in sheds and the dump, everywhere we went always keeping an eye out for that one material that would give you the edge in beesball.
Crying was allowed by the little brothers, and numerous home renedies were tried and tested such as honey and mud etc.
The game died down as we couldn't find the nests but to this day, when my brother and I see a bees nest, it isn't long before that familiar buzzing and excitement fills the air like only a nice curveball can create in beesball.
Looking back, with all the allergies that have seem to spring up it's a wonder that nobody got hurt.
We loved Baseball. We loved the woods. We loved chasing various things and being chased. Thus the sport of Beesball was formed.
At first it was merely throwing a baseball (usually a wiffle ball as it had more action and didn't destroy the nest for "doubleheaders") at a bees nest in the woods and running. But, as all games and little boys minds do, it evolved into a test of accuracy, smarts and courage. The kid who could hit the bees nest, and actually be the last to run was the winner. As the summer wore on you could devise any type "armor" you wanted to assist you. We spent countless days and nights searching in sheds and the dump, everywhere we went always keeping an eye out for that one material that would give you the edge in beesball.
Crying was allowed by the little brothers, and numerous home renedies were tried and tested such as honey and mud etc.
The game died down as we couldn't find the nests but to this day, when my brother and I see a bees nest, it isn't long before that familiar buzzing and excitement fills the air like only a nice curveball can create in beesball.
Looking back, with all the allergies that have seem to spring up it's a wonder that nobody got hurt.