Ed Stack was a few years older than I, and this was before Ed was the coach of the Rams. But even then he was always trying to keep the younger guys involved in sports.
Around 1962(when Ed was ~25 years old and I was 21) Ed told us that the “Chief Parkie” at the public park in the Belmont section( by Roosevelt HS) had a young team that was joining a touch-football(8-man league) and were looking for some more experienced ball players. We thought it a good idea and Dan Meade, George Burns, Ed and I signed up.
We mainly played on the defense(of course we preferred offense), but Ed helped us to understand that we could play a more important, team role by being the stalwart on the defense. It was not till many years later that I realized that defense made champions.
We had a nucleus of good ballplayers and as the seasoned went on we jelled into a very good team. Ed played a key part in that-always teaching helping out on coaching with the main coach Lou.
We qualified for playoffs and then got into title game against the Belmont’s who had won the title the last 3-4 years.
Let me tell you a bit about the Belmont team: big and strong, intimidated other teams; had a group of guys who were associated gangs in area (Fordham Baldies, Golden Guineas) and reputed to a source of “soldiers” for the Mafia. I am not kidding about this as I found out some years later. .
The Championship game was a tough, close one but in the 2nd half we starting to take charge and went ahead which made the Belmonts more and more angry. “Who were these young punks beating us”? On the line we were literally protecting our heads from being punched. When they the Belmont realized they were going to lose, it turned into a melee. And since I was creating a lot of the problems by getting into the back field and knocking heads with the blocking back called “Mooch” who was~275 lps. and built like “odd job”-6 foot square. Who was this “four-eye” 165lps. guy who was creating a lot of the problems?
It got so bad that they wanted to literally “get me”. Ed, being the usual wise one, talked to some of the older Italian men about the danger and asked them for help.
The next thing I know I was being taken from the park and whisked into a big, black Cadillac and then taken back to Archer Street.
When the Cadillac pulled up to Cotters and everyone wanted to know what was going on. I replied: “Oh nothing, we won the championship and they were just giving me a ride. And the other guys would be coming back soon”.
There were thousands and thousands of interesting stories about the Stratton Park neighborhood (Maybe more)residing in the collective memories of those who lived there) and I hope this was one of them, one that we can relate to, especially because it was one of a great person-Ed Stack. what do you think?