We have no idea of the context of this video--if it’s just for fun, or part of a past or future Bronx Flavor episode--but it’s great nonetheless.  If anyone involved in this video--from the “real” handball guys to Divine’s love child to even The Baron himself--reads this post, please contact us at Streetplay, if just to say hello, or even if you want us to help with any street-game-themed upcoming episodes of Bronx Flavor!

We walked to the park
Squinting through the windy glare
Hearing the muffled laughter of children
In their playful dance with the cold
Merged with the frost
And breaded in bits of ice
Small bundles of color sliding down the hill
Then scrambling up for another ride
Further down the older boys
Dodged billowing gusts
In slowmo fantasy football runs
Joyfully trampling their soft white field

With dusk approaching
We walked into the wind
Leaving winter memories
To return to our comforts
No one called us to dinner
Or made sure our coats and wet boots
Remained by the door
But the warmth embraced us
And as the storm blew through the night
We stayed indoors
Playing cards with the kids
Sharing cookies and hot tea

A thought provoking piece was posted on LiveScience.com yesterday that has some significance and overlap with these sentiments.  While mainly concerned with recent science and studies concerning the phenomenon of children who are bullied, a phrase stuck out in terms of Streetplay sensibility:

Unstructured playtime — that is, when children interact without the guidance of an authority figure — is when children experiment with the relationship styles they will have as adults.

Bullying is a serious issue that is becoming more apparent and reported in the mass media, and may actually reflect an increase in its occurrence in American society (instead of being the media’s “flavor of the day”).  It begs the question: is the combination of hysterical, overscheduling, overprotective parenting (witness Lenore Skenazy’s Free Range Kids blog, sane reportage of the problem), combined with the rampant, time-sucking, physically isolating use of electronic media (witness the Kaiser Family Foundation’s latest report on children’s media usage) a formula for creating socially dysfunctional, ready-to-be-bullied children?

All this just leads me to restate the Streetplay mantra: Get out and play.

Studies Reveal Why Kids Get Bullied and Rejected | LiveScience

Since starting my second career as a social worker about five years ago, my primary focus has been working with children who experience difficulties with social interactions.  Many of the kids are considered to be on the Asperger’s/Autism spectrum or diagnosed with ADHD. Most find computer based games quite enjoyable, few go outside much to play, or even engage in board games or other non-electronic indoor interactive activities. Being the “street play type of guy” that I am, I’ve looked for opportunities to engage the kids in outdoor activities, and when I’ve been able to include this as part of the therapeutic experience, I’ve noticed some interesting results. I’ll use one example to illustrate the point.

During one of my initial work placements, I counseled Jimmy (not his real name), a 10-year-old boy with ADHD, some learning difficulties, and significant behavioral issues, many of which were clearly compounded by two years involvement in the foster care system before being reunited with his family.  For the first couple of months when I saw Jimmy our focus was playing with Lego’s and other toys we had in the office, but when spring weather came I suggested we take a rubber ball outside and throw it around. We started with a simple game of catch. Jimmy clearly had not had much experience throwing and catching however he loved running and seemed to enjoy the physical release that accompanied the experience of chasing the balls. One day I showed him how to throw the ball against a wall and painted a chalk box as a target, which eventually led into our own stickball game.  On another occasion I demonstrated how to slap the ball against the wall and keep the activity going for a cooperative handball experience.

We were playing in a seldom used parking lot surrounded by a couple of concrete walls and our games reflected this environment.  In fact, we started to develop a competitive game unique to our specific situation, which we called “bonk-ball” because whenever the ball was thrown against the wall it echoed a bonking sound. Briefly, you got a point by simply throwing the ball against the wall and catching the return. Only the person who “served” was allowed to score points and you served until the other person caught the ball.  The field was simple, composed of three parking spots, the first next to a wall, the adjoining spot, a little further from the wall and the third spot further still.  We each had zones in which we were restricted and could move only within our own, Jimmy’s being the 2nd spot, mine the 3rd.  Given the fact that Jimmy’s zone was closer to the wall theoretically he should have been able to win every time. However this required him to maintain focus on the task at hand (throwing and catching the ball) and not let himself get distracted or try too many fancy tricks. Since keeping a focus was a difficult thing for Jimmy, I had many opportunities to get the ball.  Given my size and familiarity with throwing/catching, I could easily score and was thereby able to control the game, without him knowing.  I’d keep the score and competition at an ideal point in order to maintain his level of concentration.

We were only getting together once a week, so Jimmy’s play time was limited, however, I noticed a rapid improvement in his abilities to throw, catch and manage physical space.  As he improved, we added new rules and limitations, which kept the game competitive and made it more complex.  I began to insist that he announce the score before each throw, which meant he had to consistently add, subtract and use his short term memory – all things he needed to work on.   And again, the use of the skills meant that they too began to improve, at least in this environment.

Then of course, there was the bigger picture, the context that the game was played.  Aside from the physical and mental challenges involved, Jimmy was learning how how to play by the rules, negotiate new rules, reach agreement in ambiguous situations, and deal with both winning and losing.  That’s a pretty good group of handy life skills one needs to succeed in any society.

Jimmy’s family moved away, so I won’t be able to learn how things worked out for him. And truth be told, I’d probably never be able to actually determine the impact of our game – life’s way too complicated for that.  Still, I think how we created an experience that tested him, pushed his limits, and included come from behind victories, defeats and other moments of drama that he will always remember.  And that’s something I’d wish for all the kids.  For although our children have all kinds of devices providing entertainment and calling their attention, there seem to be many simple, glaring gaps that will not be filled in this brave new world.

Don’t miss the accompanying video, below, pushing VR’s iPhone app.  I’m hoping the sequel is pattered after Word Up.

The principal’s statement that the kids “got to see their role models” might be a little cringe-worthy in light of A-Rod’s recent past, but it’s easy to understand getting caught up in the excitement. Let’s give some due credit: the day before, the team clinched first place; many players probably did some celebrating, especially the B-list players just up from AAA ball. They could have cancelled, or worse, shown up looking like bums. But they didn’t just “show up”: it looks like they interacted, and A-Rod gave a nice little speech about respect and teamwork. Nice. Too bad they didn’t close the street outside the school and play some stickball!

Even if this visit was more publicity-driven than what we recently saw on the JR Sport Brief, it’s a nice gesture nonetheless.  I grew up about a mile from this school in the 1970s and I assure you: we never saw the likes of Thurman, Catfish, or Reggie outside the ballpark.

The normal sports news gathering apparatus didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight: just JR, a couple of Yankees, and kids.  I do wish that they were using actual stickball bats, but I’m sure the kids didn’t mind.  Kudos to both players.

Earlier this season, Yankee Mark Teixeira was seen playing some stickball down in Florida during spring training (see a local TV news report below).  Let’s hope this is the start of a trend!

We now own the domain name "Streetplay.org"

Ten years ago, Streetplay started modestly using the domain name “Streetplay.com”. As our success grew, so did that of the Internet, and by the time we realized that we’d maybe like to be known as Streetplay.org (we make no money and our mission is definitely dot-org-ish), the world of domain name brokering had come into being. Long story short, since 2003, Streetplay.org had been squatted upon by overseas entities with no plans but to resell the name–probably to us.

All that has changed.   The previous owner of the name Streetplay.org let the name lapse and our all-out assault to claim it worked (a $64 bid on a domain name backorder service).  So now, it’s official: we own Streetplay.org.  Go ahead… try this link:

http://www.streetplay.org/

We haven’t changed anything about the site itself yet, but just knowing we have the new name is reassuring.

Neither Mick nor myself know what we’re going to do with this name right now.  While we’ve been doing less development of site content in the past years, our recent dabbling into blogging, Facebook, and Twitter have been pretty fun.  It’s nice to know we still have an audience.

So… stay tuned here to keep up on the news of the site… and if anyone has some good ideas on what we should do, please comment on this blog posting below.