Captain’s Log: The Great Wiffle Ball Debate

Two Americans teaching an Englishman and a South African the sacred art of the home run derby—wiffle ball time in Panama!  #america

They won.  Their cricket-style pitching (sorry, bowling) is trickier than it looks—like trying to hit a curveball thrown by a wizard with a grudge. And my hand-eye coordination? Let’s just say it peaked somewhere around age 12, when swinging plastic felt like Excalibur in my hands. Now it’s more like waving a pool noodle at passing flies.

The great wiffle ball debate: should one swing the bat with one hand or two? One feels smoother, two feels safer—like choosing between chopsticks or a shovel when you’re starving. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but hey, science should study this.

My swing had the consistency of a drunk flamingo trying Pilates—core wobbling, coordination shot, but entertaining to watch.

I came armed: wiffle ball, baseball gloves, a bat, a proper American football, and even one of their footballs. LOL. Doesn’t matter where I go—tossing a ball is a universal language. Baseball, football, wiffle ball… it’s just humanity’s way of saying, “Catch!”