Posted on Jan 02, 2014
Christmas break! Every Centaur Season we came back for practice during our three weeks off — Tuesday-Wednesday-Thursday, usually — the school deserted, the place to ourselves, a rare moment. * * * * * ‘SLEEPING ON COTS IN THE GYM …’ CONTINUES BELOW * * * * * Welcome (again) to a CENTAUR SEASONS “Classic Redux.” From October 15 […]Read more...
Posted on Dec 19, 2013
Welcome (again) to a CENTAUR SEASONS “Classic Redux.” From October 15 through Thanksgiving CENTAUR SEASONS re-posted shortened versions of last year’s efforts. However, this particular Redux (read the original) seemed better timed here. Do check back soon for another brand-new post from CENTAUR SEASONS II, but for right now, Centaur Seasons’ Greeting! … MAY THE LORD PROTECT AND DEFEND YOU. MAY […]Read more...
THE TAO OF TURTLE: A Centaur who didn’t play much remembers why the games mattered so much and reminds me of what’s important as CENTAUR SEASONS YEAR TWO tips off…
Posted on Dec 02, 2013
His name is Michael Dowd, but you can call him “Turtle.” Everybody else does. He got so dubbed in grade school CYO – he can’t remember why, he says, though “it probably had something to do with my foot speed” – but it didn’t become his true identity until he got to Allentown College of […]Read more...
Posted on Nov 26, 2013
My junior year at Allentown College of St. Francis de Sales we Centaurs ended our season at 6-and-11. A brutal campaign by any measure, it boasted, so to speak, a nine-game losing streak and defeats by … 2 … 12 … 7 … 2 … 15 … 15 … 5 … 29 … 36 … […]Read more...
Posted on Nov 25, 2013
I FIGURED OUT WHY YOUR BLOG AND BOOK WILL BE A WINNER! These dozen words were written in an email to me by a friend, Kathryn, who pens her own blog at RAGGED RECOVERY. Kathryn was reacting to an interview she read that I had done about CENTAUR SEASONS for the “Varsity Letters” sports-reading section of the online […]Read more...
CLASSIC REDUX: Forgotten Centaur(ettes) — That they won no games doesn’t matter; that no one remembers does
Posted on Nov 22, 2013
Sue McCandless Pfeil says she realizes now that what she did during the 1971-1972 basketball season was a step forward for women at Allentown College. But back then? She had NO idea. “Furthest thing from my mind,” Sue says. “I just wanted to play basketball. I wanted to have a team. And if we wanted to have a […]Read more...
CLASSIC REDUX: Six Degrees of Referreeing — The one guy who ran the floor with the Centaurs and made it to the big time
Posted on Nov 21, 2013
Madison Square Garden. Mid-1980s. I am there watching a St. John’s basketball game. The whistle sounds, and I follow the ball as it gets thrown to the ref. Wait! I know that guy! The referee! I mean, I know who he is. His name comes immediately: Jody Silvester. He used to ref our Centaur games at […]Read more...
CLASSIC REDUX: What I should have learned from the teammate who played me onto the bench junior year
Posted on Nov 20, 2013
Meet John Cooper. The anti-Steve McKee. John Cooper is the 6-foot-4 big guy who played me onto the bench junior year, who had me sitting for long stretches, who left me crying in the locker room. He’s the guy who made it seem I’d never get the chance to prove that I should have played basketball in […]Read more...
Posted on Nov 19, 2013
MY JUNIOR YEAR I KEPT A DIARY OF THE BASKETBALL SEASON. DEEP IN, I ASKED CHRISTOPHER CASHMAN, SENIOR CO-CAPTAIN (WHOM I PROFILED YESTERDAY) TO WRITE AN ENTRY. WE WERE THEN 2-AND-9, ON A SEVEN-GAME LOSING STREAK. WE HAD SIX GAMES LEFT, ALL AT HOME. HERE’S WHAT CASH WROTE: Well, post-Wilmington (88-54?) [88-52, actually], my last away game ever […]Read more...
Posted on Nov 18, 2013
Why didn’t Chris Cashman just quit the team? On THE VERY FIRST DAY OF PRESEASON for his senior-year season, Cash turned his ankle during one of the first drills. “I felt the ball go one way, my body another way and my ankle a third way,” he says. It didn’t look like much, but… “I’d […]Read more...
Welcome to CENTAUR SEASONS: A ‘memory blog’ of the basketball beginnings of a half-good, half-bad, all-new college team.
Once, I was a Centaur.
I played basketball for Allentown College of St. Francis de Sales in Center Valley, Pa. I was on four of the school’s first seven teams, was MVP senior year and in 1974 graduated in the fifth class.
My junior year I kept a diary: A History of the Events of the 1972-1973 Allentown College B-Ball Season, as Chronicled by, and With the Personal Memoirs + Occassional [sic] Philosophizing of the Author, One Stephen J. McKee. One-hundred-forty-five hand-writ pages. (Yes, I was an English major.)
But it occurs to me now: Were I today a “Bulldog” playing for “DeSales University” (both mascot and name changed in 2000), my private “History” would be not a diary but a blog.
So starting November 30 “…Personal Memoirs…” will be re-imagined as CENTAUR SEASONS
A blog before its time, posted 40 years after in real time.
Meanwhile, beginning on September 24, here at CENTAUR SEASONS the preseason has already tipped off, with stories, interviews and reminiscences of the people, the place and the purpose of those early years of Allentown College of St. Francis de Sales.
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We were not a bad team, we Centaurs. We just weren’t very good. Winning was always the goal, if never exactly the point. How could it be, with victories so few?
Back then Allentown College of St. Francis de Sales was a couple of buildings in some cornfields. Our commitment to the school’s basketball program was far greater than was the school’s commitment us. So what? We got to play college ball – and paid for the privilege! In return, we got to be part of a team, wear the red and blue, be Centaurs. And we got to create a place that was, right then, as much concept as it was college, making itself up as we went along.
What we got was a once-in-a-life-time chance.
All we had to do was keep showing up -- next practice, next game, next season. And so we did.
Welcome to CENTAUR SEASONS.×