 We had the mini bat from, you know, a souvenir shop. Usually an Erie Seawolves growing up in Erie. Bat, mini bat, and we would have bases around our parents' living room. And thankfully it was a sock and not a wiffle ball. I'm sure we broke something. Nothing comes to mind right now. But yeah, we couldn't stand up. We had to be on our knees. We had to run around the bases and just played a game of baseball in the house.