Thursday, February 9, 2012

1956 Steinert High School Freshman Football Team and more

Here we are guys, all suited up in the latest high tech gear for a season of razzle dazzle football.
Our names appear in the paper below. It reports we won 5 of what looks like a 6-game season, and beat Ewing (52-6) !, Princeton (19-6), Trenton Catholic (12-7), Peddie (18-6), Hamilton High's Junior Varsity (12-0) and lost to Lambertville's Junior Varsity. Please take note of our coaches! When we moved on to Hamilton High the following year, our records suffered--a bit.
Again thanks to Eleanor Goldy Guear for this fine memorabilia.



And here is my humble contribution to those days on the footballl field in the 1950's:

                            Football in the 50’s
                                                            By Robert Louis Chianese

                    Teenage Titans,
                    Eisenhower boys of the Silent Generation,
                    slipping through Normandy past Viet Nam—
                    loving the clash of camaraderie.

                    I couldn’t bash our crosstown rivals:
                    our fathers strut in the same Mummer’s Band.
                    When Jack charged carrying the ball,
                    I tackled then lifted him—“Hi Jack!”
                    (our dads worked at GM)—
                    a vaulting embrace but no slam.

                    Coach yelled, “Thataway Turk, get mad.
                    Tear his leg off and beat him with it.”
                    Yeah right,
                    though Coach came to the house when I got bruised,
                    recommended “Maiden Water,” a jokey put down
                    it took an hour to figure out.
                    He’d scream, “You’re nicotine-ing in your pants!”
                    That much he knew.

                    It would snow—we’d frolic on white, a sliding derby,
                    holidays near, no threat,
                    cleats pocking the snow with silent prints,
                    crisp air biting smoke-cleared lungs.
                    And so we charged,
                    with the force of snowflakes.

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