The Freshman Varsity Pin
The Freshman Varsity Pin
How I got a Varsity Pin as a Freshman:
A Reminiscence of Cardinal Spellman High School
by Jim Giorgi
I recently reminisced about the unusual tale of how I was awarded one of the most coveted symbols of advanced athletic prowess at Spellman-the varsity pin. My homeroom during freshman year was 1F, in room 108, and Brother Brian (Kelly) was our homeroom teacher (and also our Biology and Religion teacher as well). Those of you who remember me will recall that I was about as far from the athletic type as one could get. My elementary school, St. Benedict's, had no athletic program at all, and so for the first 8 years of my education, physical education of any kind was nonexistent. My parents were not "sports-minded" and did not encourage me to join local sports teams of any kind. So I had no experience with competitive sports. One activity I did enjoy through my youth, though, was swimming. When I got to Spellman in the Fall of 1967, I figured that it would be a good thing to "round out" my program by including some athletic activity, and since swimming was something that I had at least some familiarity with, I decided to join the Swimming Team.
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Now in those days, the swimming team was not one of the premiere extracurricular activities at Spellman, and did not get much notice, but it did have some really good swimmers among the upperclassmen. Two I recall were Bob Gaspercic, whose specialty was the butterfly stroke (I can still see him charging through the water like some aquatic bull on a rampage), and Bob D'Alessandro, who did freestyle. But the new recruits that year were sparse. I believe only 5 or 6 of us freshman joined (there were no "tryouts" or cuts since the team was so depleted), but by the time November rolled around, only three of us freshman remained- Billy Ryan, Jim Tobin, and me. We would have been happy to do our workouts in the pool on the fourth floor of Spellman that many an unsuspecting freshman bought tickets to, but the reality was that we had to travel after school down to Evander Childs H.S. on Gun Hill Road, using the girl's pool while the Evander Boy's swim team used their own pool. I forget our coach's name, he was not a Spellman teacher but an outsider, I believe his first name was William and it was an obviously Irish last name. The nickname the team had given him was "Dinky", though I don't know why. We practiced three afternoons a week, Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I can still recall, as winter approached, jumping into the chilly pool at Evander and swimming nonstop to try to get warmed up, and after practice, going outside with still wet hair well after 5 PM to catch the bus (#15??) on a cold, dark, lonely Gunhill Road that would bring me to the #9 on Eastchester Road, down to Westchester Square and then to the "40 bus" down Tremont to Throgg's Neck and home.
Thus was my first experience with a team sport, and the commitment of time, effort and discipline that was necessary in order for one to make a viable contribution to the team. Unlike more the more popular sports of football, basketball, baseball, etc. there were no cheerleaders or spectators at practice to spur one on. But Billy, Jim and I stuck with it, all determined to do our best to give what we could to the team effort. My specialty became the breast stroke, and although I practiced harder and more consistently than I had ever practiced any athletic endeavor in my life, I was still the weakest link on the freshman team and thus on the whole team. And when I say the "whole team", I am talking about a very small squad. I don't think there were any sophomores at all on the team, and most of the rest were seniors. The team was so small that when we went to meets, we freshmen swam in the junior varsity events because there were not enough junior varsity members of the team without us to enter the J.V. events. I never did very well but just did whatever the coach wanted me to do.
In the spring during one of the last meets of the year, we were shorthanded and "Dinky" entered Billy, Jim and me each in one of the varsity events, I think Billy did the 100 yard backstroke, Jim the 100 yard freestyle, and I was tapped for the 100 yard breaststroke. I was swimming against 3 seniors from other schools, and was appropriately intimidated, but dove into the pool to give it all I had. I stroked like crazy but after the final turn looked to see the rest of the pack far ahead of me. I just kept going, I can still remember seeing Billy and Jim at the edge of the pool cheering me on to the finish line. I must have been more than 5 yards behind the third place swimmer, and when I finally touched the wall was totally spent. To say that I was embarrassed by my poor showing would have been an understatement, but everyone took it in stride there were no derogatory comments, for which I am grateful. The season ended shortly after that meet. My Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons were free again and my other extracurricular activity, the Glee Club, which held practice on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, was gearing up for the Spring Concert, which was the incredible (for those of you who remember it) "Sights and Sounds of New York".
In homeroom one morning during the first week of June, as the school year was winding down, someone came in the room and gave a small package to Brother Brian, who was sitting at his desk. Brother Brian looked up from the desk and called out "Giorgi! Ryan! Come up here." We both dutifully approached the desk and he handed us each a small clear plastic box with a varsity pin sitting inside. At first I wasn't even sure what it was, let alone why it was being given to me. I had seen upperclassmen wearing them, but didn't know their significance. I suppose Billy knew what it was but I asked Brother Brian "what is this?" He replied "it's your varsity pin for being on the swimming team." I was stunned and managed to croak out something like "but why am I getting this?" "Because you were on the varsity team." "But Brother Brian, I was on the freshman team." "Yes, but you swam in an event in a varsity meet. Congratulations, now take it and sit down." I sat down shaking my head in near shock. Sitting directly to my right was John DiBiase, who was on the football team and whom I admired all through that year and indeed throughout our years at Spellman as a true "scholar-athlete" and a real gentleman. Although John and I hung out with different crowds, we would talk in homeroom and always liked and respected each other. I wish I had a picture of him when he realized that I had just been given a varsity pin. His eyes were practically out of his head and his jaw on the floor. "YOU???!!? YOU got a VARSITY PIN??!!? As a FRESHMAN?? Most of us don't get one until JUNIOR year, at least, if we're lucky!!" I was almost apologetic as I explained the circumstances to him. After all, here was a star athlete who deserved far more recognition than I was getting for my one "last-place" performance in a varsity meet. I reassured him that I was just as shocked as he was.
Billy and I congratulated each other later on and met Jim Tobin out in the hall between classes and found that he had been given one too. Although we all felt it was pretty cool, I think I still felt a little embarrassed, and I may have worn it for a few days but then put it away in my cufflink box.
That year was for all practical purposes the extent of my participation in athletics at Spellman. Although I rejoined the swim team (along with Billy and Jim) at the beginning of sophomore year, there was a NYC teacher's strike going on that fall and the pool at Evander was not available. A substitute pool was found at the seminary at Dunwoodie in Yonkers. Relying on public transportation as I did at the time, I would have needed to take 2 Yonkers buses and 3 Bronx buses to get home after practice, and have to pay the full fare on the Yonkers buses besides, since my bus pass was not valid in Yonkers. Because of this transportation issue, I wound up quitting the team in late October, and joined the photography club instead. Since I had no further involvement in any athletics during sophomore, junior or senior years, I never again wore the pin in school (or out of school for that matter). I was no "athlete", and didn't want to give the impression that I had any visions that I was. The pin still sits in my cufflink box to this day.
My next athletic endeavor did not come until the year after graduation from Spellman, as I studied tae kwon do after classes during my freshman year at NYU Bronx campus, but dropped that also at the end of that academic year. A few years later, I enthusiastically pursued mountain climbing for several years, and then when I turned 30, I began the study of aikido, which I practice faithfully to this day. The honors I have received as a result of my aikido practice I feel that I have truly earned through consistent training and dedication. But when I look back on that day over 40 years ago, I smile a wry smile and marvel at how "Forrest Gump-like" fate and life sometimes can be.
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