Rick Pitino - Head Coach at St John’s University!!!

section10 said:
grew up in jackson heights/ 92 nd street. our tradition was - when the first snowfall of the season came, we all knew to come outside to play a game we called stitch. one rule - whoever was carrying the football, they were fair game to be tackled.
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I grew up on 82nd street.
 
section10 said:
grew up in jackson heights/ 92 nd street. our tradition was - when the first snowfall of the season came, we all knew to come outside to play a game we called stitch. one rule - whoever was carrying the football, they were fair game to be tackled.
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We called it kill the man with the ball. I was actually telling my son about it the other day along with “ASS” and Bloody Knuckles we used to play (spinning quarters as hard as you could into someone’s knuckles on a table). He looked horrified😂 Kids are very different these days.
 
MJDinkins said:
In early January of 1988 (as a 9th grader), we had a winter storm that produced a brief period of freezing rain, sleet, snow, sleet, and more snow (in that order). Perfect compact, so to speak for a winter storm. The storm lasted about 10 hours. A couple days it never got above freezing, and it barely got above freezing for a handful of other days. We were outta school for a week as that crap wouldn't thoroughly melt for anything.

Anyway, we routinely played touched football in the street (particularly on the street where I resided, as it is a fairly long cul-de-sac). We played a day after the storm and there was a time or two where "hitting in the street" took place.
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Freaking youngster!
 
I grew up in Cambria Heights in Queens. Basketball was played on a hoop on a backboard built and attached by my father to our garage. When I got older, we went two blocks and played basketball, stick ball or hand ball at PS 176. Depending on how many were playing, football was either played on 118th or 119th Avenue (rough two hand touch) or Laurelton West Baseball Field (tackle on the outfield grass).
 
Kudos to Father Shanley for making bold decision (and getting SJU Board approval) to hire Rick resulting in;

Exponentially more publicity and news coverage on national & local level.

Clear uptick in recruiting

Potentially impacting enrollment and fundraising in time.

Increased season ticket purchases.

More aggressive scheduling and better utilization of MSG.

Far better utilization of social media & targeting continuous improvement in that area.

Aggressively building on existing SJU NIL base and aiming higher to take it to next level to effectively compete.

The raising of Lazarus may have been easier 😇
 
section10 said:
grew up in jackson heights/ 92 nd street. our tradition was - when the first snowfall of the season came, we all knew to come outside to play a game we called stitch. one rule - whoever was carrying the football, they were fair game to be tackled.
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I grew up in Maspeth. We lived with a “common” driveway. My father dug a ten foot hole and sunk the hoop pole into the ground. We painted the “Lane“ and free throw stripe measured perfectly. Kids played for hours in the summer on that court. We had a flood light for night action. Yeah the neighbors didn’t live it but they knew where their own kids were. Out back playing ball.

In the winter, we mimicked your “football” game with basketball free for all in the snow. No fouls. No rules. Violent? Yes. But you sure as hell learned to shoot accurately AND quickly lest you get your ass blasted into the snow. Amazing no one was ”injured”.

My old man has been dead for over 20 years but I’ll be damned that hoop is still standing proudly in the driveway. Sadly no one plays there anymore. All the kids are gone.
 
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