CLASSIC REDUX: “I should have been a much better teammate.” (A Centaur’s Story)

Posted on Nov 15, 2013

My junior year, senior co-captain Dennis Ramella became the Centaurs’ first 1,000-point scorer. A whippet-quick 5-foot-8-inch guard, he was the most important player to walk onto the Billera Hall floor in the Centaurs’ first few seasons. He was a local kid with high school all-star cred. He gave the team a legitimacy it had never had. […]


CLASSIC REDUX: Basketball was his ‘art form.’ (A Centaur’s Story)

Posted on Nov 14, 2013

By the time I was a junior, it was evident what kind of high school ballers Allentown College of St. Francis de Sales needed to attract if the Centaurs were to get to the next level. Type 1 was Dave Glielmi (pronounced GELL-me): A kid from the Philadelphia Catholic League. Type 2 was P.J. Brennan, the […]


CLASSIC REDUX: When the Centaurs of A.C. played the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame — yes, that Notre Dame

Posted on Nov 13, 2013

Forty-plus years ago, the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame beat … the Centaurs of Allentown College of St. Francis de Sales in a season finale that rocked the college football world. “Stunned silence,” says Wayne Rizzo of the game’s aftermath among Centaur loyalists. Wayne was the play-by-play guy for the broadcast of that contest, paired […]


CLASSIC REDUX: “I know, let’s do a play!” — At a brand-new, no-where college, getting creative was the key to survival …

Posted on Nov 12, 2013

Jerry Wilkinson, senior co-captain with Tony Mazeo my sophomore year and our 8-and-8 half-good, half-bad Centaur Season, loved the TV show “The Odd Couple.” So his senior year a bunch of us tried to mount the actual Neil Simon play, “The Odd Couple,” starring Wilk himself as Tony Randall/Felix Ungar and a bunch of the […]


CLASSIC REDUX: “Allentown College gave me the opportunity to be who I always dreamed I could be.” (A Centaur’s Story)

Posted on Nov 11, 2013

BY THE TIME BOBBY STORMES got to the end of his sophomore year in high school, he was living the dream. Bobby Stormes grew up outside of New York City. Now here he was, gearing up for his junior year – knowing he was on the basketball team’s varsity starting five. He and his buddies had […]


CLASSIC REDUX: What a sprained ankle taught me about the quality of my education at Allentown College of St. Francis de Sales …

Posted on Nov 08, 2013

“You keep your foot in that bucket, Steve, you keep your foot in that bucket!” “Harry! I can’t do it! It’s killin’ me!” It really was. My right foot was in a dorm-room trashcan, in up to my knee. After my foot went in, Harry had filled the can with ice and a little water. […]


CLASSIC REDUX: Every Season Tells a Story — “A history of the events of the Allentown College’s 1972-1973 B-ball season, as chronicled by, and with the personal memoirs + occassional philosophizing of the author, one Stephen J. McKee’ — all 145 handwritten diary pages, all 29 inputted posts.

Posted on Nov 07, 2013

Like the title of this post says: “Every Season Tells a Story.” I wrote a diary of the 1972-1973 Centaur Season, my junior year, in a red Royal Composition notebook. Fanfare free, here it is, chapter and verse, every entry, the whole story told … #1: ‘TOMORROW IS OUR FIRST GAME’  November 30, 1972 #2: ‘FIVE HOURS TO GAME […]


CLASSIC REDUX: Junior Year …

Posted on Nov 06, 2013

JUNIOR YEAR at Allentown College of St. Francis de Sales I kept a diary of the 1972-1973 Centaur season. One-hundred-and-forty-six hand-scratched pages, a blog before its time. You can access the entire diary here, entry by entry. As for that junior year … JUNIOR YEAR I roomed with Dave Glielmi, in 311 Tocik Hall. A sophomore, […]


CLASSIC REDUX: 8-and-8! — The year the Centaurs were half good and the two who made it so …

Posted on Nov 05, 2013

Sophomore year we Centaurs weren’t half bad. With an 8-and-8 record we were actually half good. Credit Jack Sabota, new coach, class of ’69 and member of the first Centaur team. Read about him here. But credit, too, senior co-captains Jerry Wilkinson and Tony Mazzeo. * * * * *   ‘THE TWO WHO MADE IT […]


CLASSIX REDUX: The first rivalry, triumphant …

Posted on Nov 04, 2013

Sophomore year. New season. New coach. We only had five guys, fellas …  He pressed the whole way, fellas … Subbed five at a time, fellas … AND HE STILL ONLY BEAT US BY ONE, FELLAS! From the opening practice that’s what our new coach, Jack Sabota, screamed at us. Every day. And this too: He beat […]

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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.