August 4, 2014


Filed under: Blog — hoopscoach @ 10:15 am

Shaking my head this morning.

Not really sure what to think of this.

On one hand I applaud this young lady but on the other hand, I suggest she spend a little more time in Brooklyn before she writes a song about it.

Brooklyn Girl

Click the link below and you decide.

July 29, 2014


Filed under: Blog,Holy Name,Summer League — hoopscoach @ 5:28 pm

It’s Tuesday night, July 29.

I am sitting alone and thinking back to the days of the summer league in the boys schoolyard.

The time is 6:45 and right about now the first game would be getting underway.

When I see this image I go back into time.



July 28, 2014


Filed under: Cookie Monster,Spider Man,Times Square — hoopscoach @ 9:26 pm

Came across a story about Spider-Man getting arrested in Manhattan.

Not Peter Parker?

Nah, there’s some cat going around Times Square dressed like Spider Man.

The fuzz had enough.

Seems like it’s not too kosher.

Funny thing is a couple of years ago the Cookie Monster came up to my daughter and I and wanted to take a picture.

Tay-Cookie Monster

After I snapped the shot dude had his palm out like we were going to grease it.

“BACK UP BRO!” I said.

He got pissed as we walked away.


Filed under: Jack Kelly — hoopscoach @ 11:13 am

Wanted to wish one of the good guys from the neighborhood a Happy Birthday!

Bill, Jack, Gerard and Ken

Hope all is well my friend.


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.”


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