July 25, 2014


Filed under: Farrell's,Gambling,Holy Name — hoopscoach @ 9:01 am

July 25. Two guys hanging out on the corner of Windsor Place and Ninth Avenue. It’s a little after eight in the morning. 

Brooklyn Gang on Beach

Rob: Who ya like tonight?

Billy: Yankees.

Rob: You think they can beat Toronto?

Billy: Yeah man, the Bombers are on a roll.

Rob: Wait a minute, they just beat Texas three out of four but the Rangers suck.

Rob opens up his daily news and checks the line for tonight’s games.

Billy: Yeah, yeah, I know but a win is win. They are making moves too so watch out for them.

Rob: I need a winner real bad tonight Billy. I’m in the hole for two-hundred dollars. I can’t pick a winner for my life.

Billy: You still gambling? When you gonna give that shit up? I gave you the Yankees the past two nights. Didn’t you listen?

Rob: Yo fuck you Billy. I tried to get it in but I got stuck over in the city.

Billy: See there you go again. Why’s everything gotta be fuck you Billy?

Rob: Yeah well why do you always gotta break my balls about bettin’? It’s my life man.

Billy: Because  I care about you man.  You’re losing your mind with some of these bets. You bet every night. Shit you bet on teams you know nothing about!

Rob: Look bro, I enjoy it, alright.

Billy: Yeah but Rob, your family is suffering. My wife was talkin’ to your wife and you guys are two months behind with the rent.


Billy: Take it easy man, they’re good friends. They’ve been friends since their Holy Name days.

Rob: Yeah I know Billy, I know how close they are. They’re on the fuckin’ phone every night with each other too. They live three blocks apart. My telephone bill is sky high.

Billy: You are out of work. Your son starts Bishop Ford in September and your younger daughter is starting Holy Name.

Rob: Yeah I know. The Hall is packed too. There’s nothing going up. I’m thinking of going with some guys out to Michigan. They are putting up three buildings over thirty stories high.

Billy: Man you ain’t leaving Brooklyn. I’ll tell you what, back to school shit is going to cost you a fortune. Supplies, clothes, fuck that shit gets expensive.

Rob: Yeah I know, you sound like my mother now.

Billy: Well let me ask you; do you listen to your mother?

Rob looks away, takes a sip from his coffee cup and stares out onto the avenue.

Billy: Here’s some more advice Rob, start listening to your mom.  I don’t care if you listen to me but think about your family bro. They need you and depend on you.

Rob looks at Billy. He’s not happy.

Rob: You know what, fuck you Billy.

Rob rolls up his newspaper, stuffs it in his back pocket and walks across the avenue towards Farrell’s.



July 24, 2014


Filed under: Blog,Boys Schoolyard,ESPN,Paved Paradise — hoopscoach @ 9:12 am

ESPN took some time to research a topic that is dear to my heart.

I’ve spoken about it here on the blog in the past and have discussed it with my coaching peers.

Outdoor basketball; do kids play outside anymore?

I know little kids run around the playgrounds with the jungle gym and all. On my visit visit to Brooklyn I walked past the 11th street playground and the place was packed.  I am talking about outdoor basketball on the pavement.

In Your Face Book Cover

In our neighborhood the boys schoolyard at Holy Name was our spot.

The place was filled every day after school and all day Saturday and Sunday.

Non-stop ball, 24-7.

We also played down 154 schoolyard and East 5th street. Hop on your bike and you can head to Tillary Park, Kingston, and Manhattan Beach.

Here’s the article from where they look at a few cities around the country.

How about it?

What’s the reason why kids do not play in the yard anymore?


July 23, 2014


Filed under: Clown,Container Diaries,Green-Wood Cemetery — hoopscoach @ 10:54 am

Did you hear about the clown spotted in Green-Wood Cemetery?

No, serious, this is not a joke (no pun intended)

Check it out. SMH…

Cemetery clown

Here’s a video clip.



July 22, 2014


Filed under: Key Food — hoopscoach @ 8:24 pm

Old Key Food:Bohack


Filed under: American Flag,Blog,Brooklyn Bridge — hoopscoach @ 2:45 pm

What happened to the American flags that were on top of the Brooklyn Bridge?

Where’s Rick Monday when you need him?



Filed under: Blog,Spanking — hoopscoach @ 7:40 am
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New York Daily News with the story of spanking your child when they act up. You know, a form of discipline.

The courts say it’s kosher.

We all got hit back in the day when we were out of line.

How about at Holy Name? Mamma Mia!

Listen to Kiko from Long Island City, the father of a 9-year-old boy who is quoted in the story:

“A father has to educate his son, has to spank a little to protect his kids from growing up wrong.  Some kids, if you don’t smack them a little, they won’t learn any respect.”


July 21, 2014


Filed under: Barbecue,Blog,Picnic,Prospect Park — hoopscoach @ 11:31 am
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Hot Dogs.


Soft drinks.



Good times.

What’s the big deal, right?

Seems like some people who hang out in Prospect Park and barbecue are ticked off.

To be honest, I never attended a barbecue in Prospect Park.  We had a mean-ass hibachi out on our fire escape.

Kingsford Charcoal and their Lighter Fluid and a whole bunch of frustration.

“STAND BACK WHEN YOU LIGHT IT!,” Mom once shouted at me.

Only thing we fired up in the Park was Christmas trees. (After Christmas, fruitcake. Residents in the area would toss their trees out on the sidewalk a week after Christmas and we would walk around the hood collecting them. We’d pile them up in the park and torch ‘em)

New York Daily News with some Park Slope residents and their “beef” with the current barbecuing situation in Prospect Park.

“It’s frustrating that on our side of the park it is difficult for someone to easily find a place for a picnic,” said Matthew Howell, 31, of Prospect-Lefferts Gardens.


We played baseball in the park, ran track, cross-country, drank some booze and hung out but never had a picnic.

Our very own Diane Campos with a comment at the bottom of the story.

Yo Diane,  what’s up? How you feeling?



July 19, 2014


Filed under: Blog,Brooklyn — hoopscoach @ 7:09 am

I’m often asked, “Where ya from?”

When people hear me talk they assume I’m from the East Coast.

“You from Jersey?”

“No, I’m not from Jersey…”

Or I get,

“Are you from Boston?”

“No, I’m not from Boston…”

Quickly I respond,

“I’m from Brooklyn.”

I don’t say New York.

Nor do I say, “East Coast.”

It’s always “Brooklyn.”

Then I proceed to tell them what neighborhood after they ask, “What part?”

But I pause for a split second before I answer.

Forgive me but Windsor Terrace sounds…well wrong.

If I say Park Slope, I’m like, ‘shit, Park Slope, really’? I’m not from Park Slope. I remember a small gang used to call themselves the Park Slope Boys. “PSB” for short.

Or I’ll say, “Right by Prospect Park.”

But the Park covers a lot of ground.

Am I from the other side of the park?

Which part of the Park?

Grand Army Plaza?

“You know, by Farrell’s.”

Or I’ll say “Right by Bishop Ford.”

Oh shit, can’t say that anymore – Ford is closed.

Back in the day we used to say, “I’m from Holy Name.”

Hanging out at Manhattan Beach playing ball on a hot summer day.

“Where you from?”

“St. Mark’s.”

“Yo, where you from?”

“Regina Pacis.”

We were identified with a parish back in the day.

“I’m from Holy Name.”

I was always intrigued about where people were from.

“Where do you come from?”


“You play CYO?”

“Yeah, I play for OLPH.”

“Oh, you live down by East 5th?”

“Yeah, I play for IHM.”

See what I mean?

Basketball connected you and your neighborhood.

“I’m from St. Saviour’s,” the kid from first street would explain while he was up in the Holy Name boys schoolyard watching the summer league.

Here’s what I remember about each parish.

IHM: Jackie Ryan, East 5th street park, Dan Leary, and Chris Ryan.

St. Rose of Lima: Small gym. Coney Island Avenue. Tommy Sina and Tommy Baker.

St. Saviour’s: Chris Logan, Carl, a small gym, all girls high school. My boy Jimmy Parker and a pretty good player, David Quinn.

Visitation: Red Hook.  All black players. Murray. F-train to Smith and 9th.

OLA: Bay Ridge. RR. Carl Flickinger. Long court. 4th avenue. Dennis Nolan and Tommy Lowney.

OLPH: Billy Thurlow. My career high in CYO, 32 points. Getting thrown out of a game. The high school my younger sister attended.

Regina Pacis: Cool Locker Room. Bowling alley. Fans stood upstairs. Scoring my first bucket in the 3rd grade. Steve Leondis. His team beat us 63-9.

St. Finbar: Bensonhurst. They beat us 29-3. Frankie Cullen scored all three points for our Bantam ‘B’ team.

St. Mary Mother of Jesus: Bensonhurst. John Pitlak. Gerard Genevieve and Manny Fernandez.

OLG: Playing for Ty Cobbs, we crushed them. Guadalupe, not Grace.  A kid choking me during the game. Bensonhurst.

St. Mark’s: Gravesend. Louie Zito.

Holy Family: 4th avenue.  They once asked me to play for their team. Boosted my self-esteem. Slice.

St. Thomas Aquinas: Chris Mullin. King Tournament.

St. Agatha: I always had a good game there.

St. Vincent Ferrer: Their court was hard as rock. When I dove for a loose ball, I complained that I should have had knee pads on. They used to have a good men’s league there.  Gerard Trapp had a good team.  First time I ever saw Ziggy. Kevin Greaney.

Holy Innocents: (Candy Man)

St. Athanasius: Some great battles not only in basketball but baseball too. I recall their gym being in the basement and across the street was Bishop Kearney, an all-girls high school.

St. Patrick’s: Last stop on the RR train. Allen Sheehan. Under the bridge.

Yo! Where you from?


July 17, 2014


Filed under: Blog,CHSAA — hoopscoach @ 2:23 pm


July 15, 2014


An interesting take on Brooklyn over the years. Nice mention of the neighborhood.

In Windsor Terrace, Sunday-afternoon drinkers holding plastic foam cups of Budweiser spill onto the sidewalk outside Farrell’s, where Pete Hamill’s father spent many a twilight, while yammering 20-somethings pick from an impressive and rotating selection of craft beers at the Double Windsor across the avenue. I’ve happily stood at each bar when it was three-drinkers deep.


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