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St. Nick's Outlaws

By Jim Colombo

 

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Copyright 2001 Jim Colombo

 

Chapter 17

 

There was less intensity in the spring semester than the fall semester. In the fall

 

everything was new, and time was needed to organize and sort, to learn the traits of six

 

new teachers, and to find out how demanding class assignments were. The first six

 

weeks exams were given in the middle of October. Then the students found out if they

 

were going to a gunfight with a knife. The second six weeks exams were the first week

 

of December. This allowed the students to spend the Thanksgiving holiday preparing for

 

the exams, and contemplating how fortunate they were. Finals were the last six weeks

 

exams, held the last week of January. They had a connotation of do or die. The fall

 

semester was cold and harsh. The spring semester began with birds singing and nature

 

preparing for springtime and summer. A teacher's temperament was mild and forgiving in

 

the spring compared to the cruel fall. The first spring exams were given in the middle of

 

March, which usually coincided with Easter break. The second six weeks exams were

 

given the last week of April, and final exams were given the second week of June.

 

The good brothers devised a way to extend the torture they inflicted by creating

 

"Competency Tests." On the last day of school, while others attended a half-day session

 

and restlessly await the official beginning of summer vacation, the students at St. Nick’s

 

spent the day taking a test that covered all material given during the year. They would

 

have to recall subjects taught and tested from September to June.  Each test was forty-five

 

minutes long consisting of true and false, and multiple choice questions. The teachers had

 

the weekend to correct finals and comp tests.  Finals were essays written on 9x7-inch

 

binder paper bound with blue covers -- blue books.  The teachers had to read frantic logic

 

with cryptic writing, and tried to decipher the answer.  Comp testing took less time with

 

answer sheets with punched holes indication the correct answer.

 

Such grueling tasks required a great deal of concentration and meticulous detail to

 

properly reward the student for effort given. To prepare the mind for such a chore, exercise

 

and stimulation were required. The brothers would open bottles of Christian Brother's

 

Brandy and lift heavy glasses of spirits.  The lay teachers were on a higher economic level

 

than the poor brothers, and afforded more costly mind purification, like Johnny Walker Red

 

or French Cognac. 

 

Brother Justin sent deficiency letters every six weeks to the parents whose sons

 

had fallen below a 2.0 grade average or received a grade of D or F. The letter began with,

 

"Are you aware that your son is failing?" The letter continued with the class grade, the

 

name of the teacher, and a reply to Brother Justin was required. Jim’s parents never got a

 

deficiency letter, because if they did, he could not play sports for six weeks. Jim enjoyed

 

sports too much, and he hated the way the brothers ridiculed any student who failed. He

 

enjoyed playing football the most and he was starting to develop into a good baseball

 

player. He wished the feeling of hitting a home run would stay with him forever.

 

Mr. Myers had noticed the improvement in Jim’s athletic abilities, playing guard in

 

football, and asked if Jim would try out for the junior varsity instead of the soph/frosh

 

baseball team. He told Jim he had nothing to lose. If he did not make the JV team, he

 

could always play soph/frosh baseball. Jim won the job of starting in right field on the

 

junior varsity team.  When he came home that night he told his folks. They quietly said

 

it was nice. Jim called Bob and told him about starting in right field for the JV's. Bob was

 

happy for Jim. Bob was a good baseball player, and had made the varsity team playing

 

shortstop as a sophomore. Bob was quick and had a strong arm.

 

 

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It was May 1, 1962, and the second finals were over. The first half of the baseball

 

season was finished. There were nine teams that St. Nick’s played twice, once at each

 

school’s field. St. Nick’s was halfway through the schedule and in first place. Washington

 

was the best team in the league. St. Nick’s was lucky to have beaten them.  Washington

 

was looking forward to playing St. Nick’s the last game of the season on their home field.

 

St. Nick’s was just as eager to prove that the 2-1 victory was not a fluke.

 

The first game in the second half of the season was against Galileo. They were a

 

weak team, and most of their players had difficulty concentrating on the game. Their

 

first baseman was chubby and had a healthy appetite. The first time St. Nick’s played

 

at Galileo, he wandered off to the snack shack and bought a corn dog.  It was the fifth

 

inning and he wouldn’t bat because he had made the last out in the forth inning. All of

 

the players could smell the scent of French fries cooking in oil and hamburgers sizzling

 

on the grill. The Galileo first baseman slowly walked back to the dugout preparing to

 

savor the last bite of the corn dog, when his coach slapped his hand, hurling the stick

 

and that last delicious morsel against the dugout wall,  falling into the trash. The first

 

baseman stared into the trash as to say farewell to an old friend. His coach benched him

 

for the rest of the game. St. Nick’s played their home games in Golden Gate Park at a

 

bowl-shaped baseball field called "Big Wreck." There were no fences and few stands.

 

Folks stood on the sloop around the field.  It was where the police and fire departments 

 

played their intramural softball games.  There was no snack shack. When Galileo played at

 

St. Nick’s and the Galileo first baseball man came to bat the first time, the St. Nick’s

 

players began calling him  "Corn Dog." It upset him so much that he took three mighty

 

swings at air, and retired. St. Nick’s cruised to a 7-1 victory. 

 

St. Nick’s next game was against Lowell.  Duke Darren was St. Nick’s best starting

 

pitcher at 3-0.  His first name was Walter, but he preferred Duke.  Brocker, Duke, and

 

Jim were the only sophomores on a team of juniors. Jim began to tease Duke in the

 

clubhouse before the game by kneeling in front of Duke’s locker and calling him master.

 

He besieged Duke to bestow his power to his unworthy right fielder. Duke approached

 

Jim and touched both shoulder with his magical glove anointing him. Then Duke made the

 

sign of the cross over Jim and said,  "Now rise and play well for your master. You will not

 

strikeout. You will see the ball clearly and hit it with new strength."

 

The juniors thought that Jim and Duke were crazy. Each time Jim went to bat,

 

he touched Duke's magic mitt as it rested by Duke’s side. Jim didn’t strikeout and hit

 

two doubles. St. Nick’s won the game 5-4. Jim thanked his master for bestowing the

 

power to hit two doubles. Some of the others players who didn’t get a hit were starting to

 

believe.

 

The next game was against Riordan, a Catholic high school built in 1947. It was the

 

new kid on the block compared to St. Nick's and Saint Ignatius that had established

 

tradition for more than 40 years. It upset the guys at St. Nick’s that Riordan was

 

considered a better school, and respected like S. I.  Riordan was built to accommodate

 

those bright and fastidious young men who couldn’t apply to Saint Ignatius, but were far

 

superior to the trash that attended St. Nick's. These were guys whose parents could afford

 

to live in the nice homes in the Avenues or Westlake districts of the city. It was time to play

 

Riordan. Duke didn’t start the game.  Jim knelt in front of Duke's locker asking for the

 

power that only Duke could bestow so that he might have a good game. They began the

 

farce, and three other players knelt by Jim’s side with their heads bowed. Duke blessed

 

the four apostles, and told them to use their power to defeat the wimps of Riordan. The

 

three new converts and Jim rose, made the sign of the cross, and said amen.  The others

 

watched in disbelief. Brocker said it was blasphemy. In any event, the three new disciples

 

and Jim didn’t strikeout. One of the new faithful hit his first home run of the season. St.

 

Nick’s beat Riordan 4-2, and Prescott got the win. All praise and glory to Duke 

 

The next game Jim hung a sign in the locker room that said,  “In Duke We Believe."

 

Mr. Myers thought that the team was going a little too far, and he feared that maybe God in

 

his spare time had overheard their blasphemy. When one is in quest of a championship,

 

one shouldn’t invoke the wrath of God. The sign was removed.  Jim walked over to Duke's

 

locker for the blessing. The three apostles joined Jim as he began to ask Duke for his

 

power, when suddenly Brocker wedged his way in and bowed his head. At the end of the

 

service, Duke put both hands on Brocker’s shoulders and said, " Because you have shown

 

faith, I will instill the power to play exceptional today."  No one really gave much thought to

 

exceptional. If someone got the game-wining hit, that would be exceptional. Duke picked

 

up his fifth victory defeating Mission 6-2.  Brocker went three for four, hit a triple, and

 

assisted in three double plays, a rather exceptional performance. Mr. Myers now became a

 

believer and allowed Jim to re-hang half of the sign, "We Believe." St. Nick’s was in first

 

place a game ahead of Washington.

 

St. Nick’s last game of the season was against Washington at Washington Park.

 

There were more than a thousand screaming Washington students anticipating victory.

 

The Championship game consisted of the winner of the first half of the season playing the

 

winner of the second half. If one team won both halves of the season, there were the

 

champions. If St. Nick’s beat Washington, then they would be the champions. Mr. Myers

 

couldn’t violate league rules by having  Duke pitch the championship game, because he

 

had pitched the week before. Prescott was a decent starting pitcher, but no Duke. Prescott

 

pitched his heart out, but one of the players who didn’t get blessed by Duke made an error

 

that cost St. Nick’s the game. They lost to Washington 4-3, and  had to play them next

 

week for the championship. No one spoke to Cain after the game, because he had lost the

 

ball in the sun, allowing the game-winning hit. Duke walked up to Cain, put his arm on his

 

shoulder, and yelled at the team for treating Cain so badly. Duke asked, "What if one of

 

you had made the error? We are a team win, or lose." He asked Cain, "Who is the starting

 

pitcher next week against Washington?"

 

Cain timidly replied, "You Duke."

 

Duke looked at all of the players and yelled, "Who is going to kick their ass next

 

week?"

 

"We are!" the team yelled.

 

Mr. Myers sat and savored the magical moment when the mood in the locker room

 

went from depression and shame to exhilaration and team spirit. Duke was inspirational

 

and respected by all. The day of the championship game, everyone gathered in front of

 

Duke's locker for the blessing. Then the team ran out and played their best game of the

 

season beating Washington 8-1. There was no doubt that St. Nick’s was the junior varsity

 

champions of San Francisco.  After the game Coach Myers told the team that next Friday 

 

would be the awards dinner held in the cafeteria, and their dads were invited. Jim counted

 

the days to Friday's awards dinner. He wanted to see the look on his dad's face. The

 

awards dinner also invited all of the athletes that had earned varsity sweaters. They were

 

navy blue sweaters that buttoned down the front, with two pockets. A varsity letter: a four-

 

inch block with S N and the sport lettered was sowed on the right pocket. Jim would get a

 

trophy for the junior varsity championship, and he had earned 40 points for a varsity

 

sweater, not bad for a sophomore.

 

It was Friday morning. During Western Civilization with Mr. Fagoni. Brother Justin

 

made an announcement over the intercom calling Jim  to the office. When he arrived, his

 

mother was waiting for him. Jim was confused. Mary told him that Grandpa had died after

 

suffering for more than a year with cancer. Brother Justin asked Jim to get his books and

 

jacket from his locker, and extended his condolences. Jim left with his mother. He felt bad

 

that he hadn’t seen grandpa in a couple of weeks. His grandfather looked so bad. He was

 

a shell of his former body, and didn’t recognize Jim. While slowly and painfully dying of

 

cancer, his grandfather continued smoking an Italian cigar called Tusconi. These were

 

cigars that looked like dried stalks from the tobacco plant. It took a book of matches or a

 

Zippo lighter to set one of those stumps on fire. The very thing that had contributed to his

 

death, and he still wanted a cigar. Jim hated the smell. Grandpa's teeth were dark brown

 

from chewing the remaining bit of the cigar that had trapped the tar. Grandpa was 67. He

 

had worked hard and drank equally hard.  Jim’s grandma had died seven years earlier of a

 

bad heart. Wellness was not was not a sign of the times. Jim’s dad had just quit smoking

 

and was taking pills for high blood pressure.  Jim recalled Uncle Don and wondered if it

 

was a cultural trait to not give a damn about one’s health or the surviving family. It wasn’t

 

until they finished lunch at a cafe close to the mortuary that Jim realized he would be

 

dressed in a suit and tie as planned, but for a funeral, not an awards dinner. He didn’t say

 

a word about the awards dinner. The rosary began at seven that night, and all of the

 

relatives prayed for Grandpa to peacefully join his wife in heaven. Joe had spoken to his

 

sister Patty in Pennsylvania the night his father had died.  Joe called his sister and tried to

 

tell her about the funeral. When he began telling her how peaceful his dad looked and

 

said, "He won’t suffer any more," he broke up in tears.  Mary had to continue the

 

conversation with Patty, holding Joe as he wept. That was the only time Jim saw his father

 

cry.

 

Monday Jim went back to school. Every one graciously extended their condolences.

 

At the end of school Jim went to the office to see Brother Justin. Without congratulations

 

Brother Justin gave Jim his block sweater and trophy. It seemed so hollow like ending the

 

game in a tie.  Augie was right. It was like kissing your sister.

   .                      

 

 end:jpc

 

 

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