One thing I miss about the old neighborhood is the summer league in the boys schoolyard.
While talking, wait check that, while texting with Glenn T. and Danny P. we often reminisece about the good old days.
Today Glenn mentioned some dream one-on-one match-ups that we would have loved to seen. I threw in a few myself.
We deemed it, “Basketball Digest: Who’s Better?”
Buddy Thompson or Mickey Deere?
Willie Lanizera or Patty Byrnes?
Danny Mahoney or Marty Lakeowski?
Jay Smallman or Tommy Barrett?
Louie Webber or Ray Collura?
Mario Barrucco or Mr. Pitt?
Joe Farrell or John Corrar?
Michael Larkin or Kenny Crowley?
Joe Hurley or John Powers?
Richie Deere or Alan Lang?
Jimmy Rauthier or Michael Bundrick?
Artie Lee or Tito Martinez?
Gerry Cole or Charlie Kawas?
Jimmy Cullen or Michael Campbell?
Jimmy Vackner or Ray Goffio?
Frankie Cullen or Joe Santos?
Timmy Kemp or Billy Gallagher?
Albert Esposito or Curtis Walker?
Who ya got?
No NBA playoffs tonight, I’m bummed. The conference finals begin tomorrow night.
For some reason I was thinking of the first time I picked up a basketball. Christmas morning, the year was 1970. I was 6. Holy Name boys schoolyard.
My mother gave me a Voit basketball for Christmas. I think it was the only present I received that year. The schoolyard was around the corner from our apartment. I grabbed my ball, got dressed and walked to the yard…alone.
Back in the day you went places at a young age, no one really cared. I will never forget that morning. I was getting shots up in the empty schoolyard. After a bunch of attempts, most of them misses, a priest came out of the rectory and screamed at me to go home. I was scared. I stood there frozen looking at him. He shouted again. This time I sprinted out of the yard and went straight home.
It wouldn’t be the first time I would get kicked out of the schoolyard. That morning was the start of something special though. My love for the game…
The 4th of July.
Takes me back to the days when we would get up early in the morning.
Hop on the F- train (or ride our bikes) to Manhattan Beach.
Play basketball all day long. It was usually a good run.
After the games, walk over to the beach for a bit. Check out the scene. Diggin’ the scene. Water, sand, ladies, music…
It was now time to head over to Brighton Beach. The boardwalk was always rockin’. Music, beer, people…
After checking out the scene, we would top it off with a trip to Coney Island and visit Nathan’s for a dog or two. The fries, a soft drink and of course the people and music.
Those were the days my friend…
Happy 4th of July.
Enjoy the day!
Winter of 1976.
I was 12 years old.
Playing basketball for Ty Cobbs.
We were undefeated that season, amazing group of players.
I was playing up, everyone on the team was 13.
Glenn Thomas, Jimmy Cullen, Michael Campbell, Ricky Ferro, Jimmy Corrar, Sean Riley, John Godfrey, Ty Williams, Keith Burroughs. We were coached by Danny Piselli.
We played St. Thomas Aquinas three times. Beat them all three times.
Chris Mullin was a member of STA.
Those were the days my friend…
My favorite team…