Three families gathered at Lake Hiawatha Park last week for Minneapolis Sandlot Ball and lined up by age — 6 to 40-something — to determine the batting order. As the youngest stepped up to the plate, a couple of the moms introduced themselves and headed to the outfield.
Unbound by baseball’s usual rules and regulations, the casual pickup game was curveball-packed. One kid sat on a base. Another played in the home-plate dirt. A dad who called his beloved baseball “a hard sport to play” (due to the number of players required), slugged one deep into center. A runner tickled the third baseman.
A 9-year-old walking by with his grandpa saw the fun and wanted in.
“Can I play?” he asked.
Of course. The kid got a hit and ran to first, losing his sandals along the way.
Just a generation after the 1990s cult classic “The Sandlot” immortalized the nostalgic American pastime, the Associated Press had already declared ragtag neighborhood baseball games to be “on the verge of extinction.”
Video games, parents’ fear of crime and the proliferation of high-pressure, exclusive “select” teams were to blame. And sandlot’s decline meant kids were missing critical skill development, not just in the sport’s fundamentals, but in organizing teams, negotiating rules and making judgment calls.
This summer, Christian Alberto Ledesma created Minneapolis Sandlot Ball to bring back the scrappy, inclusive style of play. At the group’s low-key weekly games, there’s no need for uniforms, spiked shoes or athletic aptitude. Strangers are welcomed, and you don’t even need to remember your teammates’ names on a field where “Principal Ledesma” will answer to: “Hey, Mets shirt.”