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THAT CARDINAL BALL LIFE

(A SURVIVOR’S GUIDE TO FLANNEL, MUD, AND MIXTAPES)

Let’s get one thing straight. This isn’t Southern California. You’re not playing Cardinalball in shorts with a nice, refreshing ocean breeze. This is Upstate New York in the ’90s. The sky is a lovely shade of “industrial grey” from October until… well, pretty much April. The air is “wintry mix.” The ground is a legendary, shoe-stealing bog we called the “Quad Mud Pit.”

And it was perfect.

A '90s kid, probably wondering where the boombox is.

See, Cardinalball wasn’t just a game. It was a reason to be outside when every sensible bone in your body said, “Dude, just go back inside and watch *Clerks* again.” It was a lifestyle born of boredom, cheap beer, and a profound need to do *something* that didn’t involve a library.

A whisk, clearly contemplating the mud.

THE UNIFORM (AKA, SURVIVAL GEAR)

Nobody “dressed up” for Cardinalball. The Cardinalball “look” was pure function. It was a uniform of necessity. Your goal was to not lose a toe to frostbite before the first point was scored.

  • Flannel: This wasn’t a fashion statement from a Pearl Jam video. It was *insulation*. You wore one, maybe two. Your “good” flannel was the one with the fewest holes. Your “game” flannel was the one that was 50% cotton, 50% dried mud from last week.
  • Doc Martens: The only footwear that stood a chance. Sneakers? AS IF! They’d be sucked into the Quad Mud Pit, never to be seen again. Docs were your all-terrain, mud-proof, “I-don’t-care-if-I-kick-a-rock” solution.
  • A Beanie: Mandatory. Why? Because it was cold, and also because you probably hadn’t showered since that keg party three days ago.
This whisk is definitely grunge.

THE SOUNDTRACK (AKA, THE VIBE-MASTER)

You couldn’t just *play*. You needed *noise*. A game of Cardinalball was always centered around a boombox. A giant, D-battery-eating beast that sat on a milk crate, blasting the official soundtrack of the good times.

The currency of the game wasn’t skill; it was who brought the best mixtape. This was serious. You couldn’t just throw anything on. You had to craft the *vibe*. Starting a game with the wrong song (like something… *upbeat*) could get you heckled off the field. You needed angst. You needed fuzz. You needed:

  • Alice in Chains to set the “it’s grey and we’re okay with it” mood.
  • Nirvana for when the game got intense and someone started “accidentally” throwing too hard.
  • Soundgarden for that “epic, slow-motion-movie-trailer” feel.
  • Molson XXX… okay, not music, but a critical component of the sound system’s wobbly foundation.
This whisk is probably guarding the mixtape.

THE REAL OPPONENT (AKA, THE WEATHER)

You know what’s fun? Trying to catch a ball soaked in 34-degree rain. That’s a Cardinalball Tuesday. The weather wasn’t just *part* of the game; it was the final boss.

This whisk is not impressed with the wintry mix.

You’d have the “Cardinalball Pause,” where the game would just stop because no one—not one single person—could feel their fingers. Everyone would jam their hands into their armpits for five minutes, complain about the wind, and then someone would yell “SCORE’S 3-2!” and the game was back on.

The final whisk. It has seen things.

This was the life. It was cold. It was muddy. The music was awesome. And it was the only thing we wanted to do. It was about finding the flow… and a good pair of wool socks.