This is the kind of thing I’d be all over if someone did it around here:
Despite the sandlot rules and the tiny, plastic snap of the bat, Wiffle ball is serious stuff . . .
. . . “Anybody can play Wiffle ball,” coach Dan Gish said. There are no tryouts. And there is no need to run bases. The gym is divided into zones. Balls in the infield are out. An outfield bloop scores a base. Hit the back wall and score a double or better.
“It’s like the games we played in the backyard when I was a kid,” said Chris Albert, who also coaches the program. Somebody’s roof or a fence found its way into the game. Each Wiffle ball game at Lewiston High features a green chair in place of an umpire to call the balls and strikes.
A ball that hits the chair is a strike. One that misses is a ball.
Though I suppose they’d disqualify me for using the big fat red bat instead of the skinny yellow one.