Growing up in Brooklyn we played stickball...
For those who didn't live in the NYC area, it was a street game played with a small pink rubber ball (Spalding was the brand of choice), and a broom handle cut down to a manageable length...
After that, hitting a baseball with a regulation-size bat wasn't a problem...
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