The History of W(h)iffle Ball

While the exact origins of W(h)iffle ball are unknown, most historians agree that it is based on the Aztec pastime qixtaxijhal, a game which came north with itinerant fruit pickers in the early 19^th century.   Originally played with the hollowed out head of a sacrificial child and the femur of a mountain goat, by the time the game reached the U.S. a dried orange and balsa wood bat had been substituted.  Throughout the early decades of the 19^th century, small towns formed teams, and what came to be known as W(h)iffle Ball clubs sprang up in the larger cities.  In 1845, Linus Steptoe, a rakish mountebank and sometime-salesman of unguents and gluten-based analgesics, wanted to formalize a list of rules by which all the teams could play.  Much of the original code is still in place today, though certain modifications have since occurred.

The first recorded W(h)iffle Ball contest took place a year later in 1846.  Steptoe and his Swat-King club of New York City lost to The Hackensack Highlanders in a game at the Eden Fairgrounds in Bayonne, New Jersey.  In 1857, a convention of W(h)ifflers, as they were now known, met to discuss rules  and the formation of a league.  Twenty-Five teams from the Northeast and Midwest sent delegates.  The following year they formed the Midwestlantic  Association of W(h)iffle Ball Clubs.  In its first year of operation, the league supported itself by charging either two cents, or an egg, for admission to games.  The future looked bright. 

Although the league was supposed to be comprised of amateurs, many players were secretly paid, in either eggs, or a sorghum flavored chew, which was said to promote gastro-intestinal health.  In 1869, the Dayton Recliners (so-called for their tendency to sit on stools or large stones set next to the batters box) became the first professional team.  The idea of paid players quickly caught on and before long professional teams dotted the map.   The country, prosperous and peaceful throughout the remainder of the century, quickly embraced the league and a deep and abiding love affair thus began.   By 1899, there were literally thousands of teams, some seeming to spring up overnight, like mushrooms or mold. 

Professional W(h)iffle Ball was built on the foundation of the amateur leagues that preceded it.  Interest in the game as a spectator sport had been nourished for more than a quarter of a century.  It’s great attraction to the public was two-fold.  It required no discernable skill or thought and it promoted the sedentary lifestyle popular with the working classes of the day.   

Throughout the first decade of the 20^th Century, W(h)iffle Ball remained a game of strategy.  The so-called “dead-orange” provided few homeruns.  The game relied on contact pitching and horrible fielding for its offense.  The adoption of Edison’s celluloid ball and bat in 1911 changed the game dramatically.   The popularity of W(h)iffle Ball exploded, but tensions did as well.  Rival leagues formed and folded and the practice of luring players from one league to another with increased egg and sorghum allocations reached crisis proportions.  Eventually, the supreme court stepped in to rule that the game was exempt from anti-trust legislation and the age of the W(h)iffle Barons commenced. 

The Roaring Twenties were the best and worst of times for the game.  Scandals rocked the league and gambling was ubiquitous, but the stands remained largely filled and the coffers overflowed.  In 1921, the young W(h)iffle phenom, George Herman “Babe” Ruth, left the league to play a new game called “Baseball”.  Ruth had astounded the fans with his eight foot curve-balls and his rabbit like defense.  His called shot of 1918 sated a nation, war-weary and starved for leisure.  His departure was an ill omen for the national pastime. 

More and more players left the league in the 30’s and 40’s for the relatively safe pleasures of “baseball”,  “shuffle-board” or “jacks”.  By the 1960s the game was largely forgotten and throughout the remainder of the century was played mostly behind old warehouses by meth addicts and hoboes. 

In 2006, behind the leadership of three wily tribesmen: Ben “Feh” Montague, Brian “Zaydie” Simpson and Glen “The Macabee” Cebulash,  a small upstart was league was formed on the hallowed asphalt of Smith School Playgrounds. Unbeknownst to the  three intrepid “menschen”, the elementary school had been built upon the very ground where once the mighty Recliners had sat.   In 2008, the philosopher barrier was broken when the Kantian Kurt Mosser categorically joined the league and the Republican barrier was dismantled the following year with the inclusion of Dave Eldridge.   

2010 finds the game enjoying a renaissance of sorts.  Dozens of people pass by the field on any given Saturday, bewildered and amused at the sight of grown men playing this enigmatic game that exists only in the mist of their memory.  At parties, the faces of middle-aged men light up when they hear that a league has formed and inquire incessantly about forming their own.  Is the storied game once again about to take hold of the public imagination?  Who can say.  Only time will tell, but for now we are all buoyed by the immortal words of current commissioner, Peter Berwald:  “This W(h)iffle Ball game is the finest W(h)iffle Ball game there is, at this time, today”.