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Jai Alai In Connecticut

traditional salute of the cestas prior to each game

I wrote earlier about my first try at jai alai on November 5th. Two days later I posted some videos of pros and one of me that my jai-alai-loving/playing friend Rudy took. To encourage me to play with him the next time I come to Miami, Rudy sent me a professional cesta that he obtained. It’s worth $500-1000. Helluva gift.

So last night I went to the only fronton (jai alai court) in Connecticut—actually the only one anywhere in the U.S. outside of Florida—to practice a second time. Connecticut Amateur Jai Alai is located in a warehouse in Berlin, about 20 minutes south of Hartford and 70 minutes from my house. Anyone can rent the big court (112 feet long), although beginners like me are sent first to the smaller court (60 feet).

I had already played two matches of tennis earlier for over four hours, so I was a tiny bit tired, but I had no problem practicing jai alai for 45 minutes. A real challenge in the beginning just to reach the wall, much less catch and throw with speed. But after a while, one of the regulars joined me and showed me how to bend my wrist. What a difference. That nuance really helps whip the ball with power. It is similar to a wrist snap in tennis to increase the acceleration. Very exciting! After that workout, I was tired.

jai alai offers lots of action

I had pushed to be there last night during the once-a-month tournament that attracted 38 players competing in 15 games. It was thrilling. It was surprising. Beautiful. I had assumed I would be watching amateurs. Turns out many of the players are former professionals—six in one of the games out of 16 players—who used to compete at nearby frontons that have since shut down in Newport, Rhode Island, Hartford, Bridgeport and Milford, CT. Yet the true amateurs kept it all competitive. Many were very talented. The better players were all concentrated in the later games of the evening. The whole event went from 6:30 to around 11 pm. The owner, Matt DiDomizio, couldn’t have been more helpful. He also was a former pro from Hartford.

Al Almada appears happy to be the oldest jai alai player in CT...or maybe the entire country!

Most guys (no women) are in their 40’s and 50’s, the youngest (Matt’s son) is 26, while the oldest is a month shy of 84! This senior, Al Almada, sat next to me (after he’d come in 2nd and 3rd in his two games of the night) and was very informative. He started jai alai when he was 55 (1982) and even co-founded another amateur jai alai fronton after the Hartford space closed in 1995. Although a professional court is around 180 feet long, 50 feet wide and 45 feet high, the space Al helped open was only 21 feet high. It seems to me you had to be pretty accurate to not hit the ceiling in that one. The bigger space (28 feet high) in Berlin last night has only been open since May 2010, so it’s a welcome addition to all the enthusiasts in the region. I also met the second oldest player, Jacques Berberian, age 66, who began jai alai 27 years ago. Both men were very energetic and looked like they were in great shape.

I am looking forward to the next time I go there to practice, though I am a long way from playing a game. In tennis earlier, I did play games…some of the best ever, though my morning team lost two out of three sets…to opponents who included an 84 year old. What a coincidence! I love meeting these elder skilled players who inspire us all to keep playing and competing. We know they are the very rare exceptions, But I will strive to be one of them. The thrill of a successful placement or return is just too exhilarating to not want to keep at it.

Incidentally you can watch live action at the CT amateur facility (go to Live Feed) or even at the professional fronton at Dania Miami (http://www.betdania.com/liveflash.htm). But you have to look up when the games are on. Of course it’s never the same as being in the stands and feeling the crowd energy or seeing up close the disappointing grimaces a player makes when he’s missed a shot. There is also the anxiety of a possible injury, such as when a ball bounced off the floor and hit someone in the cheek last night. It’s definitely a dangerous sport, and sometimes players have died from colliding with a ball, especially before helmets were required. Al told me that in Mexico the pros DON’T wear helmets to show how macho they are. Not me. Maybe even a face mask will be part of my outfit, when I start competing.

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High School Days Of Jai Alai And Hot Dogs

Alan Shapiro of Gainesville, Florida had this comment about amateur jai alai:

I played amateur jai-alai in high school and my early college years with my brother Harold and friends at frontons in North Miami and South Miami. Mostly we used the hard rubber balls on a smaller court, but occasionally we volleyed with the goat-skin covered “rock” on the long courts. Fun, but extremely dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing, since the ball is caroming off walls at more than 120 miles per hour. According to Google, highest recorded speed for a throw by a professional is 188 mph.

We even owned our own cestas (Basque for baskets). You could buy them at Miami Jai-Alai Fronton fairly cheaply from professionals who tired of their cestas like today’s athletes might switch out gloves or bats or sneakers after only a few uses. All the pros had court names, and all the names were Hispanic, ending in vowels like Valentino or Aramayo. A talented American we knew was the first to break the Basque barrier and become a pro in Miami. His “stage” name incongruously was Joey and he was much taller than his competitors. This helps a lot in jai-alai, just as it does in our American sports.

We often finished the evening with eating contests at Fun Fair on the 79th Street Causeway (in Miami Beach), replenishing lost calories with pizza burgers, kosher hot dogs steamed in beer, and fried onion rings. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. I sure wish they hadn’t torn that place down.

Here is a comment by Rudy Kellerman:

Just a small correction. Miami Jai Alai Fronton is still standing and so is Dania Jai Alai in Dania, Fl just 20 milies north of Miami. Jai Alai can is played there most of the year even though the crowds are not what they used to be but still as exciting as they were then. Still, most of the players come from the Basque country although there are some Mexicans and Philipinos were the game is also popular.

As far as the hot dogs steamed in beer…the best. They were introduced by a restaurant chain called Lums. This was a very popular venue in Miami Beach. It was your typical neighborhood bar. Unfortunately it went out of business many years ago.

A comment from Michael:

2011/11/14 at 10:52 AM

And the original Lumdog on 41st St just over the bridge from Nautilus Jr High. And only a few blocks down the road from Burger King #1 with the original “have it your way”, and 60 second service guaranteed..I remember it well.

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Jai-Alai Enthusiast Rudy Kellerman and His Buddies

Amateurs who love jai-alai can play at a half-size court (fronton) in Miami, and that is where Rudy Kellerman described his journey from teenage watching and betting to playing twice or thrice a week in his late 60’s. You can read his August 31st story below (https://www.irasabs.com/?p=1713), and he just sent in this picture with some of his fellow players:

Rudy Kellerman (center) with jai-alai friends—10/09

Rudy Kellerman (center) with jai-alai friends—10/09

Those yellow baskets, called cestas, catch and throw the ball (a pelota) against the front wall at speeds up to 180 miles an hour! You better duck when you play this game. And it is a fabulous workout, Rudy tells me…

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Rudy Kellerman’s New Lease On Life—Jai Alai

I find myself, yet again, sitting and waiting at the doctor’s office. It’s been nearly a year now of visiting doctors. I remember my parent’s routine, back in what they called their ‘golden years’. It consisted of going to the bank, attorneys and doctors. My wife, who is younger and in great shape no longer accompanies me on these medical visits. She tells me that I am a hypochondriac.

professional jai alai player

professional jai alai player


Three years ago we both began working out with trainers. After a year, I looked terrific. I could do 1000 jumping jacks broken up by sets of free weight lifting of over 100 lbs. I was looking and feeling great but always looked at training as a chore and a bore. You constantly get bombarded by society with the idea that exercising is the thing that one must do to maintain good health. Probably true enough but boring.

I started to notice I could no longer sleep on my right shoulder. I had terrible pain which was becoming increasingly worse, most likely stemming from old skiing injuries. The results of repeated falls skiing the black runs in Aspen during my youth had finally taken its toll. I stopped training and started with the cortisone shots that eventually led to a medical procedure to decompress the right shoulder. That was my first operation, save for the time that I had to have my finger reattached after a bad motorcycle accident. Not bad, I guess, for a 69 year old guy to have stayed out of hospitals for all these years. I had resigned myself to the fact that the extent of my active sporting life was going to be in rehab clinics. Soon I was off to the JCC pool to meet with an aqua therapist. Next I developed a painful new condition in my leg that eluded diagnosis for nearly a year. This led to appointments with a series of different medical specialists.

One day, having nothing to do while waiting to be seen by the latest Dr. of the month, I picked up a local newspaper. Leafing through it, I noticed an ad… “Free Jai Alai Lessons”. Wow! Jai Alai, a game that was so popular in South Florida back a half century ago. As teenagers back then, we would try to sneak into the ‘frontons’ where the pros played at night. These were the days when guys played football or baseball after school and rode bicycles as a form of transportation. Moms did not drive you to soccer games back then. There was no soccer and no SUV’s in those days. We did not stay home to play with electronic devices. We were lucky if our parents had a Hi FI or a Stereo. And we weren’t allowed to touch them. We were always outdoors playing sports or delivering the newspapers after school. It was a great life.

view of pro jai alai court

view of pro jai alai court


Some of us who had just gotten our license would borrow the family station wagon. We would all pile in and sneak into the ‘fronton’ to watch the professional Jai Alai players. Most of them were from the Basque country, a part of Spain. They played with their ‘cestas’, a wicker basket and hurled the ‘pelota’, a ball the size of a baseball and as hard as golf ball, against a granite wall at 180 miles an hour. It was played in an enormous indoor court 180 feet long. It was fun to watch not only for the exciting ‘partidos’ or games, but also for the chance to bet on the game and sneak a beer. Some of us went out and bought used cestas and played with a rubber ball on hand ball and racket ball courts. It was so much fun. It was an exotic and exciting game. The girls would come and watch us play after school against the wall of the local Catholic church.

Some of us got to be so good that we were invited to play amateur league in the regulation fronton where the pros played. Read the rest of this entry »

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