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Thursday, April 6, 2017

The end of an era: St. Anthony HS 1952-2017




It’s safe to say that St. Anthony High School has been a major part of my life since childhood. I mean, I remember seeing Bob Hurley dribbling around our neighborhood in the Greenville section of Jersey City, wearing the high top sneakers and heading up to St. Paul’s (Greenville) courtyard, bouncing the ball and I was a toddler. Hurley lived a block and a half from me _ him on Linden Ave. and I was on Kennedy Boulevard between Greenville and Linden.
Then, I remember the day in second grade at St. Paul’s when we were introduced to the new gym teacher and it was none other than Hurley, who quickly became forever “Mr. Hurley” to me, but some of my classmates were calling him “Bob.” To this day, some 47 years after he was introduced to the students of St. Paul’s, he remains either Mr. Hurley or Coach Hurley to me.
I simply cannot bring myself to calling him “Bob.”
Mr. Hurley ran the Jersey City Recreation summer program in St. Paul’s courtyard. In the morning, it was for the kids of the neighborhood, an organized way for hundreds of local youngsters to play football, softball and of course, basketball. It kept all of us out of trouble and gave us an activity during the summer months.
In the early evening, Hurley ran a summer league for high school players. I was fortunate enough to keep score for a lot of those games. I read in Hurley’s book that some of the other scorekeepers were paid money to keep the book. I think I got paid in olive loaf sandwiches and apple juice from the free lunch program. Still, I had the major responsibility of keeping score _ and I was all of 10 years old. My parents didn’t have to worry where I was, because I was with Mr. Hurley in the courtyard “doing the book.”
But in that summer league, I got to see all the great players from all over come to my courtyard. I remember seeing a guy wearing a plaid jacket and dark-rimmed thick glasses. That was Dick Vitale. I also met a guy wearing a maroon windbreaker in the middle of the summer, which I thought was very weird. That man was Jim Valvano.
I also followed Bill Willoughby, who was going to become the first player to go directly from high school to the NBA. I followed him to a local alleyway near the court where Willoughby proceeded to urinate. I was thrilled to tell people I saw Bill Willoughby pee.
Hurley became the head coach at St. Anthony in 1972. He had a team of players who were from the same St. Paul’s neighborhood that we were from, namely my childhood idol Bob Kilduff, Hurley’s point guard, and the Rochford brothers, Pat and Danny, who were the two older brothers of my nearest and dearest childhood friend John, who eventually played for Hurley as well.
But that great St. Anthony team of 1973 was fun to watch. I was fortunate to climb into the back of the Rochford family station wagon with my buddy to watch his brothers play. I also looked up to Kilduff, who lived around the corner from me on Greenville Ave. and always stopped to give me a basketball pointer or two.
To his credit, Bobby Kilduff never once treated me like I was a little kid, even when I was a little kid. I can still hear him saying, “Jamesy, in basketball, you can’t do everything with just one hand. You have to get a left hand.”  Kilduff eventually helped me develop a little bit of a left-handed layup and dribble moves.
But can you imagine the sense of pride I had watching those Friars win game after game and I personally knew three of the players? Pat and Danny Rochford really didn’t give me the time of day, because I was their little brother’s best friend, but hey, I was their brother’s best friend. So I was there all the time.
I also got the opportunity to watch a two-year-old little boy taking a basketball that was far bigger than him and hoisting it at the basket over and over. He didn’t come close to making a shot, but he kept trying, even though a lot of the crowd in St. Mary’s of Elizabeth’s gym was laughing.
Well, want to know who got the last laugh? That little boy turned out to be Bobby Hurley, who 20 years later was named the Most Outstanding Player in the NCAA Tournament, a distinction owned by such legendary names as Wilt Chamberlain, Jerry West, Bill Bradley, Lew Alcindor (later Kareem Abdul-Jabbar), Bill Walton, Magic Johnson, Hakeem Olajuwon and Patrick Ewing before him.
After those early Friar years, I followed the team through that heart wrenching loss to Hudson Catholic in the 1975 HCIAA championship game at the Jersey City Armory, a Hudson Catholic team that featured NBA players Jim Spanarkel and Mike O’Koren. I closely watched the Friar teams of the late 1970s, because my buddy John Rochford was on those teams. I remember having the flu and not being able to go to the Friars Parochial C state title game one year, but watched the game on the New Jersey Network with Dick Landis doing the call. I had a major school assignment, but I was able to count how many times I spotted Roch on television that day.
I watched the Friars with Mandy Johnson, especially one state playoff game played at St. Peter’s Prep, when I was already at Marquette and brought my best friend from college Dean Antony to the Friar game to see future Marquette guard Mandy Johnson first hand. And who was at the game? None other than Marquette coach Hank Raymonds.
I followed the Friars through the David Rivers era and watched David move on to Notre Dame, where he became a First Team All-American and later a first round draft pick of the Los Angeles Lakers.
Then that little kid who I used to watch in St. Paul’s courtyard, who received scorn from the fans in Elizabeth as a toddler, got his chance to play for the Friars. Bobby Hurley was brilliant. So were his teammates.
In 1986, I was hired by the Hudson Dispatch to write sports. I had been writing at other newspapers in the state since 1983, but in the glorious year of ’86, I was able to return home to Hudson County and write for my father’s favorite newspaper, the one that we had delivered to the front door for 25 years.
At that time, I got to see the Friars play from a different perspective, as a sportswriter. I was no longer the fan in the stands. I had a job to do and I tried to do it as best as I could, although I was perceived by some to be “anti-St. Anthony,” which was so far from the truth.
In those days, I did have my wars with the late Sister Mary Alan, the school’s athletic director. They were some epic battles. Sister Alan stood up at an HCIAA meeting one time and blamed me for inflating the vicious feud between St. Anthony and Ferris.
Someone broke into St. Anthony and spread feces on the statue of St. Anthony. I learned about it and wrote it. That game resulted in a nasty brawl after the last game played between the two at Dickinson High School. St. Anthony requested _ and received _ its release from the league before the 1988-89 season. At the HCIAA meeting, Sister Alan said that it was “Jim Hague’s fault for writing that silly article.” I thought I was just doing my job.
That year, 88-89, was incredible. The now independent Friars were unbeatable. Bobby Hurley quickly became the best high school player I’ve ever seen. His court awareness and sight was hard to describe. Terry Dehere was a lights-out scorer, Jerry Walker the tough-as-nails defensive force and freshman Rodrick Rhodes showed the potential that would eventually make him an NBA first round selection.
That team was like covering the Beatles. They sold out every gym that they played in. Some places had hour-long waits to get in. There were girls screaming and squealing for a piece of their heroes. The NJSIAA tried to capitalize on Friar Madness and decided to establish the basketball Tournament of Champions that year. It was a way to make money, a chance to perhaps sell out the Meadowlands Arena. It remains in place to this day.
I remember that year North Bergen was the only team to face the Friars during the regular season and not get housed by more than double digits. North Bergen lost by only eight, which caused the late Randy Chave, the North Bergen coach at the time, to say about the Friars, “They’re not that good. There’s a team in Hudson County that could beat them.”
This was Randy just allowing the green monster known as envy and jealousy to get the best of him. I wrote a column across the top fold of the Hudson Dispatch that talked about Chave’s quote and that there was a team in Hudson County that could actually beat the fabulous Friars. I thought of two teams: Jersey City State and St. Peter’s College. I thought that the Friars could beat JCSC on talent alone and that St. Peter’s, playing with men against the boys of St. Anthony, would simply wear down the Friars, but it would be a close game.
St. Anthony rolled through that season undefeated _  of course _ defeating Elizabeth in the T of C final in the Brendan Byrne/Meadowlands Arena.
There were other great St. Anthony moments in the Meadowlands, including the great 1996 final performance by guard Rashon Burno, collecting 10 steals in the T of C title game against Shawnee. Why was this so important? Because Burno spent the first three years of his basketball career playing for a blowhard, loudmouth youth basketball coach.
And when Burno was 10 years old and missed two free throws with no time on the clock to lose in the state semifinals, that coach told Burno he would play for St. Anthony someday and forget all about that heartbreak. That coach was me. Needless to say, he recovered well.
There was a dry spell in the T of C for a bit, from 1997 until 2001, when Donald Copeland calmly drained a corner jump shot to give the Friars a 48-47 win over Shabazz. A year later, the Seton Hall-bound Copeland did it again at the Meadowlands Arena when the Friars defeated Neptune by 20 points.
There were the undefeated national championship teams of 2008 with six NCAA Division I scholarship players and 2011 with Gatorade Player of the Year Kyle Anderson (now with the San Antonio Spurs) and future Rutgers guard Myles Mack
In between, there was the incredible 2010 ceremony at the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame induction ceremonies in Springfield, Massachusetts that I was fortunate to cover. The legendary coach, my former gym teacher, was getting inducted with the 1992 Dream Team and with people like Karl Malone and Sheryl Swoopes. It was almost surreal to be a part of. Mr. Hurley even told other sportswriters to use me as a reference to our old Greenville neighborhood and the St. Paul’s courtyard.
Through it all, St. Anthony basketball has been a major part of my life since I was a little boy straight through my life as a sportswriter. You kind of take it for granted _ until you get the news that came down Wednesday afternoon.
I sort of knew it was coming, because I heard the resignation and defeat in Hurley’s voice last week. I’d known the man for 47 years, interviewed him professionally for the last 34 _ and I never heard defeat like I did last week. He knew the other shoe was about to drop, that there was no saving the little school on Eighth Street this time around.
Still, it doesn’t make the news any less painful. It stings bad that St. Anthony is closing. It’s another slice of my childhood, of my hometown, that is being ripped away, like so many other Catholic schools before it.
But those schools didn’t feature the fabulous Friars. They didn’t have the legendary coach. They didn’t have the incredible history of nearly 1,200 wins and 28 state championships and 13 Tournament of Champions titles, of 150 Division I scholarship players, of nine NBA players. That’s all St. Anthony and that will all go with Hurley when the locks are put on the doors for good _ and eventually the wrecking ball comes to tear down the school and put up a gigantic high-rise like the one going up across the street from the school right now.
It’s sad, so very sad, that it will all come to an end. No one wanted to see Bob Hurley’s coaching career end this way. No one could have ever imagined he would have stayed there for nearly 50 years, but no one could have dreamed it would all end this way. We truly believed that Hurley would ride off into the sunset on his own terms, not being told what to do by the greedy powers-that-be that run the Archdiocese of Newark.
That’s the sad part. Hurley didn’t leave on his own. He deserved better.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Major concern about young girls in D.C.

The sports world has to stop spinning for a few minutes to address a more serious issue. March Madness has to take a backseat. The NHL playoff push is secondary for now. Opening Day of the Major League Baseball season is approaching, but right now, it can wait.

The major news of the day coming out of our nation's capital has nothing to do with whether the Republicans had enough votes to overthrow the Obamacare medical insurance program, although if you watch all the cable news networks, that's all you will find on the air. House Speaker Paul Ryan has received more air time today than even Press Secretary Sean Spicer.

But the names that should be more relevant belong to teenage girls of African-American and Latino descent. They are 13-year-old Yahshaiyah Enoch and Aniya McNeil, 15-year-old Juliana Otero, Jacqueline Lassey, Dashann Trikia Wallace, Dayana White and Morgan Richardson, and 16-year-old Talisha Coles.

These names are not household names by any stretch, but right now they should be. Because these young ladies have gone missing in Washington. They've all vanished over the last three days. These are just eight names of the 13 young ladies that were reported missing over the last three days in our nation's capital.

It's unfathomable to think that so many teenagers could be missing in such a short time frame, all from the same backgrounds, the same neighborhoods. Thirteen teenage girls have gone missing in a three-day span  from our nation's capital. That should be the headlines. That should get most of our attention.

It shouldn't be whether Obamacare stays in effect and the Republicans go back to the drawing board to find a more suitable alternative. Right now, politics has to play second fiddle in our nation's capital. There's a serious epidemic of missing teenagers and for some reason, it's not drawing a lot of attention on the news networks.

If it were just one or two girls, then I might think it was a case of disgruntled teens taking a hiatus from their parents. But 13? No, this is major reason for concern tonight, because we may have a sick and deprived individual doing some hideous things. Maybe there are more than one of these fiends. Who knows?

But right now, that should be the focus of our attention. It should be assisting the Washington police department in finding these young ladies, offering assistance in terms of information of where these girls might be. It's time for collective prayers and solemn thoughts, because this is an epidemic. This is not a case of runaways. Frankly, there will not be a happy ending to this story.

It should be the focus, the lead story, the reason why anyone would turn on the news at this hour. We should all do whatever we can to help the people of Washington find these missing girls alive. Even people who live in the state of Washington instead of the District of Columbia. We should be giving whatever kinds of assistance we could give to find these young ladies.

I don't think there will be a happy ending here. I just don't understand why the news coverage has been so limited. We've been deluged with President Donald Trump's saga every day since he took the Oath of Office, so swamped with Trump that the entire news cycle has almost forgotten these missing ladies.

Let's all hope and pray that there's some semblance of good that comes out of these missing girls in Washington. It's really a sick and sad situation _ far worse than any politician sticking out his chest and making a dramatic stand about a health care policy.

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Now, a bit about sports.

Although there haven't been a host of buzzer beaters and nail biters in March Madness this year, there has been some excellent performances. Xavier of Cincinnati, who almost didn't get into the field of 68 and was the last of the No. 11 seeds not sent to play in the First Four games in Dayton, mainly because of the proximity of the schools, has stunned the world with their three wins to get to the Elite Eight.

The Musketeers, guided by brilliant head coach Chris Mack, have defeated Maryland, Florida State and now No. 3 seed Arizona to get to the Elite Eight. Junior guard Trevon Bluiett has been absolutely sensational and is making everyone stand up and take notice. This is a team that lost six straight games in February, the worst stretch the program has endured in 35 years.

I went to Milwaukee in February to see Marquette play Xavier and the game wasn't even competitive. The Golden Eagle Warriors won by 22 (83-61), but it was far worse that that. Bluiett was benched for that game with a sore strained ankle. Bluiett, the son of parents who are both products of the U.S. Marine Corps and met when they were serving in the Marines, had to do whatever he could to get back onto the floor and help his team.

Myles Davis, a senior guard, a local product who once played for my high school alma mater St. Peter's Prep, had a phenomenal career at Xavier, but became disgruntled this season and quit the team. Davis had to sit out the first half of the season due to misdemeanor criminal charges hung over his head. Davis ranks as one of the school's all-time leading scorers, but he was done. Edmond Sumner, the starting point guard, blew out his knee on the final day of January and he was done. The team then lost six straight. They were dead in the water.

But somehow, the Musketeers have strung together three straight wins and knocked off the mighty Arizona Wildcats, who have two absolute studs on their team in Allonzo Trier and the Finnish sensation Lauri Markkanen, but somehow Bluiett and his boys get a chance to dance Saturday night against top-seeded Gonzaga for the right to go to the Final Four in Arizona.

Xavier with its 24-13 record, became the eighth team seeded 11th or lower to reach the Elite Eight. Only three. Only three of those No. 11 seeds have gone on to the Final Four in NCAA tournament history, namely VCU (2011), George Mason (2006) and LSU (1986). It's really a remarkable story.

Now we have the great Kentucky-UCLA matchup tonight, perhaps the best game of the tourney thus far.
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The recent snowstorm set the scholastic spring sports season back, forcing teams to work out in hallways and basements and classrooms, anywhere they could to get some semblance of a workout in to get ready for next Saturday's Opening Day.

Can you imagine being a baseball player and having to go out in this cold and wind and try to prove yourself to the coach to make a roster? It was so depressing for adults. I can't imagine what it felt like for the players.

Right now, they have eight days to prepare for their first game. Some teams barely got outdoors during that time. But eight days to get ready. Not exactly a lot of time at all.

But this trusty reporter will be ready for the 35th high school baseball season of his career. The first stint with the Daily Record in the spring of 1983 brings back names like Jerry Hug and Jim Price of Montville and Erik Peterson of Newton and Mike Sebesto of Parsippany. It conjures up the thoughts of the gigantic bugs at Lurker Park, bugs that were almost the size of baseballs. You could go to a game at Mount Olive or Morris Knolls and the game would begin in 75 degree temperatures and it would be 35 by the seventh inning. But it was all thrilling Morris County baseball, coverage that continued on into the summer with American Legion and Morris County Majors. It really was a great time. I can't believe 35 years have gone by.
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Here's to hoping that something good comes out of Washington with those missing girls. I will say an extra prayer tonight for their safety.
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Thursday, March 16, 2017

It's March Madness time

If you're a pure sports fan like I am, then the next two days are simply the best days of the year.

How can you do any better than watching the NCAA Basketball Tournament for 12 straight hours in each of the next two days? I don't care if you don't like basketball at all, you're bound to get caught up in March Madness beginning this afternoon right around the lunch hour. You can literally go from lunch to a midnight snack and never take a break from the action.

I remember in my younger days going to the neighborhood sports bar, because it had a satellite feed and they had all the games on. So I could go from TV set to TV set with Heineken in hand, watching all the games and losing money with each passing game.

Now, I don't gamble anymore and I don't have to leave my living room, because all the games are on broadcast television. I just have to make sure I know the differences between CBS, TBS, TNT and Tru-TV.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Tru-TV? What in God's name is that? And where is that on the dial? I have to get ready.

I also have to get ready for Charles Barkley offering insightful analysis of the games _ and Good Ole Chuck doesn't know a single player on the teams. He just rolls off the team's name, talks about some certain style he thinks the team plays, and makes it seem like he knows what he's talking about.

Every announcer under the sun is working this weekend. My friend Jim Spanarkel, who I saw Monday morning after he called the Atlantic 10 final between Rhode Island and Virginia Commonwealth in Pittsburgh on Sunday, will be in Buffalo calling those four games today.

Buffalo does such a wonderful job hosting the first round of the tourney there. The people of Buffalo embrace the visitors with such vigor. The food in Buffalo is delish. The drinks flow. It's a great time. I always loved hitting Schwabl's for "Beef on a Wick" and of course, the Anchor Bar for chicken wings, but I can't handle the Buffalo wings that are way too spicy for a weak baby like me.

Anyway, Spanarkel told me that he got stuck in an elevator for more than two hours Saturday with two other people and he had to be hoisted out of the elevator. Now that's some feat for someone who stands 6-foot-5.

I hope the elevators run well in Buffalo. He does such a great job calling the games. I loved him with my buddy Ian Eagle, but CBS has now paired Spanarkel with the legendary Verne Lundquist and they do a great job together.

Part of me wishes I was in Buffalo.

Another part of me wishes I was in Greenville, S.C., where Duke, North Carolina, Seton Hall and my beloved alma mater Marquette are all playing tomorrow.

There was a part of me that was packing up today and driving to Greenville, but thought about it some more and decided to stay home and capture that Madness in my living room. I would have loved to see all those teams in action in the same venue. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

But the snow threw a white blanket over any travel plans I might have had. Since my illness in 2013, I have to worry about simply getting around. Walking is now a major chore. And falling down is the biggest fear of all. I fear going down with every step I take because if I go down, it's going to take the entire Mormon Tabernacle Choir to get me back on my feet.

And tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. There was a time in my life that St. Paddy's Day was the most important day of the year. Well, maybe the day of the Jersey City parade, followed by St. Paddy's Day itself.

The parade day this year was way too cold for this old man's bones. I'm just not the same beast I once was.

So anyway, without further ado, here's my entire selection sheet, down to the champion

EAST:

I like Villanova over Mount St. Mary, although watching Junior Robinson against the Wildcats will be fun; I'll take Wisconsin over Virginia Tech (sorry Buzz) and Virginia over N.C. Wilmington; I'll take East Tennessee State over Florida (upset special) and SMU over USC; I'll take Baylor over New Mexico State and I'll take some Midwestern Jesuit school in Milwaukee over South Carolina (OF COURSE, IT'S MARQUETTE, RING OUT AHOYA) and Duke over Troy.

Continuing in the East, I'll take Villanova over Wisconsin and Virginia over East Tennessee; I'll take SMU over Baylor and (ut oh) I'll take Duke over Marquette. Did I just pick against the Golden Eagle Warriors?

OK, in the East, I'll take Villanova over Virginia and Duke over SMU and then the Blue Devils heading to the Final Four with a win over Villanova.

WEST:

I'll take Gonzaga over South Dakota State and Northwestern (Go Wildcats!) over Vanderbilt (whose nickname is the Commodores and I think right away Lionel Richie). I'll take Notre Dame over Princeton and West Virginia over Bucknell. I'll take Maryland over Xavier and I'll take Florida State over Florida Gulf Coast in a game where the first team to get to 100 wins. I'll take St. Mary's over VCU and Arizona over North Dakota.

Moving on, I like Northwestern over Gonzaga (Go Wildcats) and Notre Dame over West Virginia. I like Maryland over Florida State and I'll take Arizona over St. Mary's.

I like Notre Dame over Northwestern (see ya Wildcats) and Arizona (go Wildcats) over Maryland.

And Arizona goes on to the Final Four in its home state.

MIDWEST:

I'll go with Kansas over UC Davis (sorry Bill Herenda and Ken O'Brien) and Michigan State over Miami (Izzo never loses a first round game). I like Iowa State over Nevada and Purdue over Vermont. The Vermont fans party like there's no tomorrow and they like Ben & Jerry's there. I might have some Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie in honor of the Catamounts. I like Rhode Island and my buddy Danny Hurley (go Scott Bucks) to beat Creighton and Oregon to knock out Iona. I like Michigan to knock off Oklahoma State and Louisville to beat Jacksonville State.

Moving on, I like Kansas to beat Michigan State and Purdue to beat Iowa State. I like Rhode Island (I've always been a Rams fan) to beat Oregon and Michigan to eliminate Louisville.

I like Kansas to beat Purdue (what a great game that will be) and Michigan to end Little Rhody's miracle run. And then Kansas to beat Michigan to head to the Final Four.

SOUTH:

I like North Carolina to beat Texas Southern and Seton Hall to beat Arkansas (GO PIRATES!). I like Middle Tennessee to upset Minnesota and Butler to beat Winthrop. I like Cincinnati to beat Kansas State and UCLA to beat Kent State. I like Wichita State to beat Dayton (sorry Aggie Murawinski and Dennis Bergin) and Kentucky to beat Northern Kentucky.

Then North Carolina beats Seton Hall and Butler beats Middle Tennessee; UCLA beats Cincinnati (sorry Darren Savino) and Kentucky beats Wichita State again.

Then Carolina beats Butler and UCLA beats Kentucky and Carolina goes to the Final Four by beating UCLA (sorry Vigg).

We have Duke, Arizona, North Carolina and Kansas in the Final Four

Duke beats Arizona and Kansas beats Carolina and the national champion is Kansas.

OK, let's see how close I get

Thanks for reading

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Friday, February 24, 2017

Let's add some more ridiculousness to the Bosco situation

Here's the letter than Father Jim Heuser sent out to football parents earlier today. Read it and you tell me where in the world there's a resignation here:

Dear Members of the Don Bosco Prep Family,
Don Bosco Prep prides itself on acting with integrity and holding the good of the young at its center, and forming around them a community with a family spirit, where every member is treated with respect in accordance with our honor code.
Therefore, it is particularly disturbing to read the many mischaracterizations about the departure of Coach Toal. Because these mischaracterizations have dominated discussion of his departure, I felt it was important that the DBP family hear about the situation directly from me.
Coach Toal’s record of achievement on the field and with our students is a distinguished one, recognized throughout New Jersey and beyond. We are forever grateful that he chose to spend much of his professional career with DBP, and for the many positive contributions he made to our students and DBP over the years. In the last few years, however, issues arose that caused me to evaluate our plans for the future leadership of our football program. As a result, about a year ago, senior leadership of the school implemented certain measures and further engaged Coach Toal regarding the future of the program. Ultimately, however, I was not satisfied that this path fully served the long-term interests of the students and school. Accordingly, earlier this month, I made the decision as Director/President that a formal change in our coaching staff should be implemented.
Change is never easy, and this change is no exception. However, having made the decision that now was the right time for this change, two points became clear. It was important to me that we honor and celebrate Coach Toal and everything he has achieved and done for the school and our students—in both an immediate and permanent manner. (We hope that we can reach an agreement with Coach Toal that will allow us to do so.) At the same time, however, it was important that we act promptly to provide a clear and solid path forward for our current students and our school. On that front, I believe that we have a new head coach in place that will well serve our students and the school for years to come.
Finally, there has been much discussion concerning the announcement of Coach Toal’s retirement before and during last week’s press conference. Prior to the press conference last Thursday, representatives of the Board of Trustees, including our Board Chairman, met with Coach Toal concerning my decision and left with a handshake and the clear understanding that he had agreed to retire from his position. Respecting that decision, we communicated that to our students, faculty, and other interested parties last week, as Coach Toal was advised was our intent. We were surprised to later learn that Coach Toal had apparently reversed his decision.
I invite your prayers for all involved and your ongoing support of the home, school, church, and playground that DBP is for the young.
Cordially, in Don Bosco,
Fr. Jim Heuser, SDB Director/President

Reading: "I made the decision as Director/President that a formal change in our coaching staff should be implemented."
That's a retirement? Hell no
Keep reading: "Having made the decision that now was the right time for this change..." Sure sounds like a firing to me.
Keep reading: "It was important that we act promptly to provide a clear and solid path forward..." Promptly would have been the second week of December, not the third week of February.
Keep reading: "Prior to the press conference last Thursday, representatives of the Board of Trustees, including our Board Chairman, met with Coach Toal concerning my decision and left with a handshake and the clear understanding that he had agreed to retire from his position. Respecting that decision, we communicated that to our students, faculty, and other interested parties last week, as Coach Toal was advised was our intent. We were surprised to later learn that Coach Toal had apparently reversed his decision."
Wait a minute....wait one minute!!!! "Handshake and clear understanding that he agreed to retire"? Say what????
"Respecting that decision, we communicated (BLAH, BLAH, BLAH)..as Coach Toal was advised was our intent." THAT IS FIRED!!!!
"We were surprised to later learn that Coach Toal had apparently reversed his decision." WHAT DECISION, FATHER? You and your people made it for him!!!
Now, is this a complete nightmare or what?
"Ongoing support of the home....and playground."??? We're going to the schoolyard for support now, are we?
"DBP is for the young." Or perhaps the young of mind???
 Read for yourselves right here. It's clear that this was a firing. Hell, the priest, the man of the cloth, has even gone as far to admit it here. Who's laughing now, Padre?
You just fired one of the greatest coaches in the history of New Jersey high school football. How does that feel? HE WAS FIRED. C'mon and set the record straight.
I rest my case.

Plain and simple, Greg Toal was fired



Father Jim Heuser, the new president at Don Bosco Prep, might be a fine man of the cloth, but he is one gigantic and lousy liar.

Heuser keeps saying to anyone who is willing to listen that legendary head football coach Greg Toal, the man who spent the last 17 years of his life building the Ironmen into a perennial national powerhouse, retired.

Heuser maintains that Toal simply had enough and wanted to step aside.

Which is an absolute crock of dog dung.

Plain and simple, Toal was fired. Removed. Asked to leave. Kicked to the curb. There’s no dancing around that fact. Toal was gone, replaced by his former quarterback Mike Teel of Rutgers fiasco fame.

Anyone who knows Toal and his competitive desire would know that the man wouldn’t leave the program he built on a season that didn’t exactly go to plan, a year that didn’t end up at MetLife Stadium in the Non-Public Group 4 title game. Anyone who knows Toal knows that he would want another crack at his 10th state title or perhaps his third mythical national crown.

That’s just Toal’s personality. He’s driven by winning. He wasn’t going out on a 6-5 season, one that ended in defeat in the sectional semifinals to eventual champion Paramus Catholic.

But the new powers-that-be didn’t like the way Toal ran things. There are supposed to be no such thing as scholarships on the high school level, but there was no hiding the fact that kids traveled from all over the state to play football in northern Bergen County.

Some came from Scotch Plains. That’s a location that is simply not possible to commute from. Others came from Paulsboro. Go ahead, look that one up on the map and see if a kid could commute from Paulsboro to Ramsey. Not unless he owned a helicopter.

For years, Toal and the Bosco football program got away with the scholarship routine. Or better yet, found a way to circumvent it.

The process forced other New Jersey parochial schools to follow suit so they could keep up with the Ironmen. There’s no way in the world that the Paramus Catholic team that won the NJSIAA Non-Public Group 4 title last December didn’t have scholarship players on its roster. Same can be said for the losing team that day at MetLife Stadium, St. Peter’s Prep.

It’s a way of life now in Catholic school athletics in New Jersey. It’s common place.

But it’s a process that began in football with Don Bosco Prep. And it’s a process that Father Heuser wanted stopped immediately. No more scholarships. If a kid wants to go to DBP, he pays tuition.

Toal was used to the old ways, of dictating the pace and setting the tempo. Toal was  bigger than the school itself, taking his team all over the country to play football. He was successful at every single coaching stop in his career and last year joined the exclusive 300-win club among New Jersey high school coaches. It’s a select group of legends who have a place in that club, names like Warren Wolf, Frank Bottone, the late Vince Ascolese, the late Vic Paternostro.

But if that’s the way Toal ran his operation, then that’s what he wanted. He didn’t want some new man of the cloth to come in and upset his cattle cart. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Toal was gearing up for the 2017 season already with offseason workouts. He had his out-of-league games set.

Does that sound like a man who all of a sudden wanted to retire? Hell no.

So when Father Jim Heuser told Toal that the way he was operating, with travel costs and scholarships and a dictatorship over the sport of football at DBP, was done, Toal wouldn’t buy it.

So Heuser did the only thing he knew he could do _ can Toal and bring in a cheaper version in Teel, who backstabbed his old coach in order to get the job. Teel’s part of this fiasco cannot be ignored. He threw his own coach and mentor to the curb.

But the priest held that ridiculous press conference announcing Teel as the head coach, saying boldly that Toal retired.

Well, if Toal had retired on his terms, wanted to get away from the program on his own doing, then he would have been present at the coronation of his former player into the head coaching slot, the way that Tony Karcich was for Augie Hoffmann when Karcich stepped down two years ago. He was there for Hoffmann, supporting his former player.

At that sham press conference last week, Toal was nowhere to be found. Heuser, the proven liar that he is, said that Toal “was too emotional to attend.” Too emotional? Yeah, that’s because he got canned.

And Toal hasn’t spoken to anyone about it since.

The DBP officials like athletic director Brian McAleer and acting principal Bob Fazio are remaining tight lipped about the whole thing, knowing full well that if they open their mouths, they would be the next to go.

If Toal retired, then why the secrecy? Why the emotional parade of former players holding banners in front of his house? Why the silly Q&A with NJ.com where Heuser dances around the questions, then apparently laughs after nearly every answer?

There is no way that Toal retired. No freaking way. I’ve covered the man for the last 30 years. I know him well enough that this was not the way he wanted to go out. He’s too prideful, too egotistical, too bombastic to leave high school football in February. If he was going to quit, we all would have known in December. Not now. Even the timing of it sucks.

So to the man of the cloth in Ramsey, stop breaking one of the main Ten Commandments. “Thou shall not lie.” Look in the mirror, Father Heuser, and repeat that one over and over again, then come clean and say you fired Toal. Until then, you better stop giving out Holy Communion and offering penance, because you are a liar.


Don’t know about you, but I’m sick and tired of the Carmelo Anthony saga with looney bird James Dolan and the Knicks. And Phil Jackson is a complete buffoon with all of his trades and non-trades as the lackluster team president. It’s a silly soap opera coming from what was the premier franchise in New York in the early 1970s.

The best superstars were on the Knicks. Willis and Clyde and the Pearl and Bradley, DeBusschere and Lucas. They won two championships, the last one coming in 1973. They haven’t won one since.

It’s sickening to see what they’ve become. And they’re unwatchable.



March Madness is right around the corner and for the first time in recent memory, there’s no real clear cut favorite to cut down the nets in Arizona next month.

About 14 different teams can probably lay claim to winning it all. Some say 28-0 Gonzaga, the top-ranked team in the land, can actually do it. I say, “No way, Jose.” I think defending champ Villanova has a better chance than Gonzaga, but the Wildcats are missing that glue player like what Archidiocono was last year.

Some local writers have basically anointed Seton Hall as an NCAA Tournament team and at 16-10 and an under .500 record in the Big East, I don’t see it. I think the Pirates have to win at least three more games, which means winning a round in the Big East Tournament.

The sleeper team, if a powerhouse could be a sleeper, is Duke, which is finally getting healthy at the right time. Jason Tatum is a stud and Harry Giles’ minutes as an inside presence continue to increase. Don’t sleep on Duke. I also like Purdue with Caleb Swanigan.

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Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Little did I know, I was in a meeting with a future President

It was the winter of 1984, in the middle of the awards season, where there is one chipped beef or roasted chicken dinner after another.

I just happened to be attending one of those awesome dinners at the then-Sheraton Hasbrouck Heights (believe it is now a Hilton). I don't remember who the dinner was for or the occasion of the dinner, but a host of sports celebrities were slated to be at this dinner. A friend secured a ticket for me.

Let's see, a free dinner with open bar and a sports theme to boot _ and celebrities all around. It seemed like a win-win for me. At that point, I was just in the infant stages of my career, working for the Morristown Daily Record the first time around.

I was just going to go, have a few, eat like I always did and maybe mingle a little.

In a corner of the room stood Passaic High School's superstar running back Craig "Ironhead" Heyward, who was a Parade All-American at Passaic, who spent the prior three years terrorizing northern New Jersey opponents who could not find a way to stop the human wrecking ball. Heyward became a local legend, leading the Indians to two straight state championships. He was 5-foot-11 and 275 pounds, so he was huge, bigger than most linemen.

"Ironhead" was given the nickname as a kid because when he was 12, someone tried to break a pool cue over Heyward's head, but he didn't flinch and the cue didn't break. Legend also had it that the nickname was because he also had a size 8 3/4 head and it was impossible to find a helmet to fit him. Not only was he a man among boys physically, but he was also extremely quick and deft on his feet, so he remained a tailback throughout high school with his 5-foot-9, 175-pound older brother Nate as the fullback.

It made Heyward one of the most highly recruited backs in the nation and the University of Pittsburgh won the recruiting war to secure the services of "Ironhead."

Heyward, who died tragically of a brain tumor during Memorial Day weekend of 2006 at the age of 39, was one of the celebrities being honored at this dinner at the Sheraton.

I had written two stories about Heyward already, which was a rarity for stories appearing in a Morris County newspaper about a Passaic County high school kid. I was able to spend a November afternoon with Ironhead, Nate and their high school coach, the lovable Ray McCrann, who unfortunately also passed away last summer.

So Heyward was familiar with me at the time of this dinner. I had greeted Ironhead that night, then stepped aside as another of the honorees made his way into the ballroom.

Donald Trump was the rogue owner of the New Jersey Generals of the old USFL and gained notoriety by being the owner who signed two straight Heisman Trophy winners in Herschel Walker and Doug Flutie. Trump was determined to make the Generals significant enough that they would eventually become a franchise in the NFL. He was poised to make a big splash with his franchise at all cost. Trump had a team that played in the Meadowlands in the spring and had superstars in Walker and Flutie.

Trump made his way through the room when he was introduced to Heyward. I stood about two feet away from the meeting when I was stunned with what took place.

I clearly heard Trump utter these words to Ironhead.

"I've heard a lot about you and I want you to join the Generals," Trump said. "I want you to sign now."

Trump then offered Heyward more than $1 million to sign with the Generals for four years. Ironhead had yet to graduate from Passaic High, but Trump was set to throw a lot of money his way. No high school player had ever made the leap from high school to pro football. Sure, there were a ton of basketball legends and of course, baseball players get drafted out of high school all the time. But football?

Football players need the years to fine tune physically and naturally mature. But most football players weren't built or made like Ironhead. If any high school kid could make the leap, it would be him.

I clearly heard the interaction between the two. Trump told the kid to "have your agent call me and we'll set everything up."

To with, Ironhead said to McCrann, "Do I have an agent?"

I immediately sprinted to a pay phone and called my sports editor and guru Rob Tanenbaum with what I heard. He then told me to get Heyward to talk about it and I had a story. So Heyward admitted that Trump offered him a contract. Bingo! We had a story.

I personally didn't want to step on the toes of Abbott Koloff, the great writer and reporter for the Bergen Record who helped to break the Bridgegate scandal for the Bergen Record, who covered the Generals for the Morristown Daily Record at the time. Koloff did a phenomenal job as a sportswriter, especially covering football and had his finger on the pulse of the Generals. Tanenbaum said that he would take care of Abbott and that I should work on the story about Heyward getting offered a pro contract.

That's what I did, working closely with Tanenbaum about the story of Trump actually offering a high school football player a contract.

A few days after the story appeared on the front page of the Daily Record, I got a phone call at home. On the other end of the phone was someone professing to be "John Baron of the New Jersey Generals."

The man saying he was Baron said that Mr. Trump wanted to meet with me and talk about the story, that Mr. Trump wanted to give his side of the story.

I've now learned that the man who said he was Baron is now believed to be Trump himself.

Baron (ironically the name of Trump's youngest son) said that Trump wanted me to meet him at Trump Tower at 9:30 a.m. on a Monday morning.

"And you better not be late, because Mr. Trump doesn't like people who are late," the voice said.

It was a stretch for me to get to midtown Manhattan on time, because I'm the one who is going to be late for my own funeral. I'm late for everything. But I figured I'd agree to the meeting with Trump.

I got to Trump Tower around 9 a.m. (I left Jersey City like at 6:30 a.m.) and sat in the lobby for a half hour, just amazed with all the glitz and brass and glass and lighting. At 9:25 a.m., a security guard said Mr. Trump would then see me.

I went into this gigantic room alone. There was a desk at one end of the room and pictures all around, but the furniture was clear across the other side of the room, which had more collective space than my own home. Just the one room.

Trump walks in and says, "Don't get up." I never moved. I don't think I was moving. He then offered me a drink. I said I was fine. He said, "Here, have some scotch."

He poured a lot of scotch into a giant brandy snifter glass. "You better drink this, because I don't drink," he said. I then said, "Mr. Trump, it's 9:30 in the morning!" And he said. "You're a sportswriter. Don't sportswriters drink all day long? Drink it. You'll feel better."

Like an idiot, I sipped the scotch at 9:30 in the morning. It didn't sit well with the Cap'n Crunch I ate a few hours earlier.

Trump then proceeded to tell me that he read my story, "although I don't usually read the papers, but I read your story. It was interesting."

Trump then said to me that he actually offered Heyward a "future" contract, meaning one that he could sign when he was done with college. It wasn't a contract to be signed in high school. It was a future contract, but that the Generals would be glad to have a homegrown talent like Heyward on the team to play in the shadows of where he grew up.

I swear I heard nothing of "future" contract. Nor did Ironhead. He was led to believe that Trump wanted him to sign right there, right out of the halls of Passaic High. We will never know now, because Ironhead is unfortunately gone and we all know where Trump is now.

The meeting with Trump lasted about 20 minutes. He allowed me to quote him about different topics about the Generals, about the USFL, about the Meadowlands and about Ironhead Heyward. I had enough certainly for another story.

That was 34 years ago. I never could have dreamed that I could now say that I met that morning with the 45th President of the United States. How many people can say that the President of the United States offered them Johnny Walker Black for breakfast?

It happened. I kid you not.

Personally, I still can't believe Donald Trump is our President. I'm still in a state of shock over it _ and it has nothing to do with that fateful meeting in Trump Tower.

But among the incredible tales that I've encountered and endured over my career, this one ranks right up there.
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After watching Duke unravel down the stretch last night, I truly believe that Coach K came to the realization that this team was not going to be good (or good enough in Duke standards) and he had the surgery now to avoid being there to watch his team disintegrate. Just my thoughts. And one thing is for sure: Jeff Capel now has no prayer of being the head coach of the Blue Devils whenever Coach K retires...

I am now the biggest fan of the Atlanta Falcons. Go Matty Ice and Julio Jones and coach Dan Quinn, the Morristown native and brother of my friend John, the legendary New Jersey high school coach. But let's face facts. I'd root for the Putin All-Stars in the Rooskie Bowl if they were playing the New England Cheatalots. That team can't fail enough for my liking...

Here's to John Dunne and the Peacocks of St. Peter's University, who have put themselves right in the hunt of the regular season MAAC title with their sixth win in the last seven games, a huge win over Rider last night. Dunne has done a phenomenal job with this group, considering the adversity that the Peacocks have faced recently. Ridiculously, the MAAC schedule had them play five games over the last 10 days. These are college kids. How can they study, practice and play? Anyway, Dunne is doing perhaps his best coaching job of his 11 years as the head coach at Harvard on the Boulevard....

I promise more blogs this year than last.....I give you my word.

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