Huntington Base Ball Co.

Fine Base Ball Goods.  Hand Made in USA.

 

"You make baseballs?  How did you get into that?"

- Nearly everyone

 

Memories and emotions work in strange ways. I couldn’t tell you the name of almost any teacher I've ever had who didn’t teach an art class, or something hands-on.

Sad but true.

What I do remember about being a kid is baseball. I grew up in the Boston area listening to Ken Coleman call the Red Sox games on WPLM. The images formed by his words alone still resonate in the deep recesses of my brain. He had an eloquence to his delivery that was just perfect, in my ears anyway.

Just down the road from our house lived an elderly neighbor who was a high school friend of Mr. Coleman. He was also a former bat boy for the Boston Braves in the 1920’s and was given a shot at making the club a few years later. I’d spend countless, post paper route afternoons listening to him tell stories of Babe Ruth (whom he also caddied for) , Jimmie Foxx, and Ted Williams.  Spahn and Sain and pray for rain.

From the start, I developed an affinity for the long-gone heroes of baseball. Like the green of Fenway, the roots of my imagination were set in stone. The aesthetics of the early game are the elements that really drove my fascination. The wool, the dirt, the grit, the funny looking gloves. I loved it all.

Looking back, one of my fondest memories as a kid was spent sitting with my dad at Fenway, in seats that were gifted to us by Ken Coleman. We were in the wooden grandstand directly below the press box behind home plate. The gentleman in front of us was smoking a cigar and meticulously recording each play in his score book. That was 1987, and the Sox played terrible baseball that day, but we loved it. I feel privileged to be just old enough to remember the sights, sounds, and smells of the the old days in the old, dirty, ballpark. I’m sure it was different in the days of Ruth, Foxx, and Williams, but that memory still permeates.

I've made things as along as I can remember.  Still do.  I made my first baseball in 1999 while studying Industrial Design at Massachusetts College of Art.  The campus was located on Huntington Avenue, just down the street from where the very first World Series was played in 1903.  What I initially thought was an interesting way to spend an afternoon, ended up being the first step in a decade-long personal journey of reflection on what it actually meant to "find the thing you love to do, and do it better than anyone."

When I formed the Huntington Base Ball Co. in 2009, my goal was to re-create the elements that drew me in. I love the visual characteristics of the early game and the attention to detail. The rawness of the materials, and the style of the cut. These are all beautiful things that were made by hand and made to last. In our shop, we continue that tradition.

Baseball meets Research meets Craftsmanship. Hello again. 

Let's play some Base Ball!

 
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