Wednesday, July 30, 2014

What Two Inches Meant to the 1966 Tigers is Immeasurable


Stas Maliszewski and Paul Savidge, probably the best combination of interior defensive linemen in the East, had graduated. So had Ron Landeck, who had broken the all-time single-season Ivy League yardage record; Charlie Gogolak, a kicker so good he went sixth overall to Washington in the NFL draft; and Lauson Cashdollar, who had just set a Princeton record for catches in one season.

Of six first-team All-Ivy players on the 8-1 team of 1965 only one, safety Marty Eichelberger, was returning. And still nobody knew the trouble the 1966 team would see until during its three-week training camp in Blairstown, N.J.  Sophomore tailback Doug Boe collapsed during drills, got up,  then buckled again and was taken to Princeton Hospital. Permanently brain damaged, he would spend five months in a coma before dying from pneumonia.
Dick Colman
On top of jarring tragedy, the hits to Princeton’s title chances kept on coming. Homer Ashby, regarded as the team’s best offensive lineman, and expected starter Ron Marvin suffered camp injuries that ended their football careers while the team’s returning offensive backs -- tailback Bob Weber (who also was the team’s chief passer) and Dave (Truck) Martin -- were not expected to be ready for the opener against Rutgers.

Three returning members of a strong defensive backfield were most of what the Tigers had to recommend them for hopefully a seventh consecutive winning season, never mind an Ivy League championship over defending champion Dartmouth, which had ended Princeton’s 17 game winning streak at Palmer Stadium, 28-14, to close the 1965 season.

“Bad Day at Black Rock”, one of the feature films the coaches screened for the players to break up the Spartan tedium in Blairstown, may not specifically have been shown the day that Coach Dick Colman counted 29 Tigers unable to practice.  But to Eichelberger, business continued at usual.   

“My freshman year, we had 150 guys (including 55 high school captains) come out,” Eichelberger recalls. “As a sophomore, you took a place at your position behind at least two guys.

“Having practiced with and against these guys every day for three years, I always was impressed with our talent. Players just had to wait their turn. The coaches did a good job of holding us accountable and camaraderie was really tight. When Landeck moved to offense-only in ’65, he spent a lot of time coaching me.            

“We had lost the players who got most of the publicity. But even with them we had lost to Dartmouth so what do stars guarantee?  I still thought we were pretty strong all around.”

The last team in the league running a single wing offense, the Tigers figured to need any advantage they could get.  They would have to play too many sophomores to run anything too sophisticated, though. Seven returning defensive starters knew they would have to hold the fort.

“I wasn’t of the opinion we could match the ’64 (9-0) team or ’65 team (8-1),” recalls cornerback Hayward Gipson, then already a two-year letterman.  “But if the offense developed, I thought we had a chance to make it a race.”

Dick Bracken runs against Harvard
Few outside the team agreed and, as the season began, the Tigers weren’t changing any minds, either.  Against Rutgers at Palmer Stadium, sophomore tailback Dick Bracken, playing in place of Weber, debuted with 172 total yards, running for one touchdown and throwing to Steve Pierce for another.  Still, Doug James’ 49-yard punt return that set up a touchdown was by far the most impressive offensive play as Princeton, which lost two fumbles, suffered nine penalties and gave up touchdowns of 88 yards (on a kickoff return) and 82 yards (on a pass) barely held on to win 16-12.

The following week against Columbia, a driving rain reduced an expected Palmer Stadium crowd of 30,000 to just 2,000 and obliterated enough yard markings to cause the officials to erroneously give the Tigers a first down on a 15-yard penalty when they had started the play needing 17. 

An early Bracken TD run and a jitterbugging 83-yard touchdown punt return by James built a 14-0 lead.  But Lee Hitchner’s tackle on a two-point conversion attempt ended up being the difference when Columbia, which rallied on 67 and 80–yard bombs by Lions QB Rich Ballantine, ran out of time to get its field goal team on the field at the Princeton 20.

At 2-0 (if barely) the Tigers went to Hanover, NH sick of losing to Dartmouth (only 3-7 against since the Indians since the Ivy League’s formation in 1956). That was before Colman's team got sick period.  An apparent case of food poisoning that would put 40 team members in the infirmary the following week began to set in during a 30-13 debacle.

The Tigers scored first and last and moved the ball in between, too. But Dartmouth got the red zone stops and, thanks to 313 passing yards, a tie with Harvard for the early league lead.

“After what happened the year before, we were focused,” recalls Eichelberger. “But Dartmouth had a good team and we had changed things that week, dropping a fourth [linebacker] into coverage, so that instead of coming up and rotating to the left as usual, we were going back and rotating to the right.  

“We didn’t have enough time to get ready for it and made some big mistakes.”

With the Tigers giving up big plays on defense, and looking green and uncoordinated on offense, Colman thought they were suffering more than just a bad day and bad food against a superior opponent.

After the Tigers arrived back at Caldwell Field House, Colman, a cerebral Quaker whose most profane expression was ‘fiddly-dee”, delivered the toughest, most impassioned lecture anybody who ever played for him can recall.

“He wasn’t a screamer but he could make you feel like nothing,” recalls Pierce. “He didn’t hold back, said he thought we were quitters and losers.”

Remembers Bracken, “He said we were more concerned with girlfriends and eating clubs than football. “I was a sophomore, of the mindset that if they said ‘jump’ I started to jump, and he scared the hell out of me. It made me feel like we were letting the school down.
Lee Hitchner Makes a Stop Versus Columbia

“The seniors took up the challenge.”
Those seniors who weren’t taking up all the space in the training room, he means. Starting offensive tackle Bob Hausleiter was lost for the season with a neck injury suffered at practice, then Martin, who with Bracken’s emergence was being moved to fullback to give the Tigers a two-headed threat out of the backfield, returned from a two-game absence only to have his nose broken by All-American Ray Ilg on the second play of the next game, against Colgate.  

“Put his foot through my facemask and my nose into my right ear,” recalls Martin, who spent the rest of the contest having his features put back in place, while the Tiger offense continued to look faceless.  Colgate was just as stymied though until, thanks to a Tiger penalty, the Raiders kept possession following a punt and drove 45 yards for a touchdown. In the fourth quarter Bracken was stopped on a double reverse on fourth-and-four at the 14 and the Tigers, 7-0 losers, had dropped consecutive games for the first time in four seasons.

Captain Walt Kozumbo Closes In
Content to defer to the more vocal Gipson and linebacker Ron Grossman, Captain Walt Kozumbo said he never considered himself an orator. “My role model had been Paul Savidge, who tried to lead by example,” Kozumbo recalls. But with the season on the brink, teammates remember the defensive end making an eloquent plea that the 2-2 Tigers not let go of the rope.

“Walt unequivocally and unhesitatingly, said, “We are going for the gold’,” recalls Grossman.  “With no superstars to depend on and an injury list that never stopped growing, we resurrected our confidence and recommitted ourselves. We knew our limitations, but still thought we could win.”

Certainly the Tigers thought they could win their next two, against Penn, whom the Tigers had clobbered over the last three meetings by an aggregate score of 140-0, and Brown, which had enjoyed only one winning league season in the 10-year existence of the Ivy League At Franklin Field. Against Penn, the Tigers completed drives of 68, 70, 60 and 60 yards while defensive end Charles Baby blocked a punt out of the end zone for a safety. Martin contributed 92 yards in his first full game of the season as the
Tigers rolled 30-13.

This was by far the best the offense had looked, and despite two late Penn scores on big plays, a good defense was hunkering down.

“(Assistant) Warren Harris was an outstanding (defensive) coach,” recalls Eichelberger.  “Straightforward, emotional, and always pushing you forward.

“How the hell did you get into Princeton?’ he asked me one day when I made a mistake, but you also got kudos when you did something well. The approach was professional all the way. Every Sunday, every member of the team would receive a grade on three-by-five card.

"Losing is part of life that teaches you to crank it up. We just wanted to win. I don’t have any memory of us developing a chip on our shoulder about being written off. (Linebackers Jim) Kokoskie and Grossman were tough guys. We still had good players.”

This was especially true in the secondary, where junior Bruce Wayne was joining three seniors who had played together for three years.

“James was our best overall athlete in terms of speed and agility,” recalls Wayne. “Marty was the fiery captain of the secondary, a very good athlete with good hands and football sense who kind of kept the four of us together.

“Gibby (Gipson) wasn’t the fastest guy, but he was a good hitter and a proven run defender who used his football instincts to always get the job done.”

Gipson, the first African American to play football at Princeton, had been accepted from Day One.

“In high school (Abington, Pa.) 20 per cent of the players were African-Americans so this wasn’t an anomaly to me,” recalls Eichelberger. “Gibby was forthright, fun and articulate, all you would want as a teammate and friend. He was in my wedding.

“I think everyone realized he was in a tough spot, was sensitive about it, and embraced him.  Most of the guys on our team had gone to public high schools, were not elite private school guys.”

Indeed Gipson, who says he came on a whim for a campus visit convinced he would not be comfortable at an Ivy League school, was stunned by his reception. 

“Of the students that I met, I enjoyed everyone,” he recalls.  “Including Bill Bradley.”

Truck Martin Prepares to Go Over the Top
“My high school (Scotch Plains, NJ) had an African-American population of maybe 10 per cent. I had done all the things -- student body president, National Honor Society -- that students need to do to get into Princeton. So I wasn’t coming from an inner city educational experience that would make it night and day for me.

“As I recall, there were maybe 10 African-American students in an undergraduate population of 3,200 at Princeton and five were in my class.   But I knew what kind of education I was going to get, and the school was in New Jersey, so I could get home whenever I felt the need.

“If I had any misgivings when I made my decision, they were about snobbery, not racism. I thought a wealthy student body might present an issue more than anything else. But I believe my freshman class was [Princeton’s] first that consisted of more public school than private school students. So there were other changes going that were all positive under President (Dr. Robert) Goheem’s administration.

“My first day as a student, I ran into Bill Bradley on Nassau Street and he remembered me.  That was very impactful for me.”

No member of the starting secondary missed a game in 1966, hugely impactful for turning around the season. At other positions, the Tigers continued to drop.  Against Brown, tailback Weber went down, as did starting guard Lynn Brewbaker but Colman had beefy underclass line replacements in Bob Mauterstock and Dave Hantz, helping the one-two backfield combination of Martin and Bracken wear down the Bears in the fourth quarter, 24-7.

Harvard’s late come-from-behind 18-14 upset of Dartmouth two weeks earlier had opened the door for the Tigers, 3-1 in the league even if they were not believed to be in the same league with the Crimson. Harvard came to Palmer Stadium a two-touchdown favorite.

“I remember after a practice that week sitting in the empty stadium, knowing Harvard had beaten Dartmouth, thinking, ‘it just isn’t over yet.’” recalls Center Bob Ehrets, who, given the opportunity to start when incumbent Carl Behnke was moved to defense, was emerging as the Tigers’ best offensive lineman. “Everybody had written us off, but I felt confident, I really did.”

Since Harvard averaged 219 rushing yards per game with a three-headed monster of tailbacks Bobby Leo, Vic Gatto and fullback Tom Choquette, the Tigers, prepped by assistant coach Arthur Robinson’s scouting report, logically decided to load up against the run.

“Leo was good outside, Gatto good inside and their quarterback (Rick Zimmerman) was good but only on short passes,” recalls Wayne. “Having Doug James back there as the safety to take care of any long balls, we decided to jam an extra cornerback -- whether it was me or Gibby depending upon which side they split their end -- near the line.
Bob Weber Makes Yards Against Brown

Kicker Ted Garcia missed a chip shot field goal on an early drive but after Martin had led the Tigers back downfield, the Princeton kicker nailed a second opportunity for a 3-0 second quarter lead. But Harvard responded on the next possession by going 74 yards, finishing off the drive when Leo out-dove Baby to a ball lying in the end zone because Gipson had stripped it from Gatto.

Baby immediately ran off with a dislocated shoulder. The next man up in an endless chain was senior Larry Stupski, whose own availability had been limited over the first six games.  He couldn’t stop Harvard from driving 63 yards with the second half kickoff to go up 14-3, but after Martin fumbled at the Princeton 19 on the next series, Stupski made consecutive tackles of Zimmerman for losses and Kokoskie yanked down an interception on third-and-long.

The Tigers had rescued themselves from disaster.  Runs by Martin and John Bowers picked up first downs and completions by Bracken to ends Pete Zeitzoff and Pierce enabled Martin to leap over the top for the last two yards to make the score 14-9.

Stupski later recalled that he and Hitchner had to talk Colman into going for two. James, the full-time safety and tailback-in-a-pinch, doesn’t remember any discussion, only that, as the fastest guy on the team, the call on the conversion attempt was for him to sprint for the corner. 

“I knew two offensive plays,” James recalled. “The sweep and the sweep pass, and the coach called for the sweep.

“Harvard saw me in there, wasn’t stupid.  Their guys were yelling, ‘watch the sweep!’  I ran right and there were about five guys waiting.  

“I looked up and saw Bowers in the back of the end zone.”

James' pass was lobbed as perfectly as it had to be, over a defender standing two yards in front of the receiver. Bowers turned and caught the ball just inside the back line to leave the Tigers down by just a field goal.  Palmer Stadium was alive again with the possibilities. 

Zimmerman scrambled for a first down at midfield, but on third-and-five, Gatto got thrown for a loss. When Eichelberger unsuccessfully gave five yards trying to break a punt return, the Tigers began the fourth quarter at their seven-yard line.  

Quarterback Chuck Peters -- the lead blocker in the single wing scheme, had – what else? -- been hurt earlier in the game. His replacement was little used senior Tad Howard.

“Tad was measurably below Peters, my roommate, in strength and blocking skills, but he was a great head and a team player,” recalls Martin. “He got in the huddle and said, ‘We are going down and going to score. Anyone who doesn’t believe this, go to the sideline. ‘“

Bracken remembers the veins standing out in Howard’s face as he forcefully called the plays.  “The way our defense played we always felt two or three touchdowns would be enough,” recalls Howard. “Now we needed just one.

“It wasn’t that complicated. We went on the same snap count every play for four years. Colman apparently didn’t want to confuse us, must have thought we were idiots.”

On the first play, Martin broke two tackles to gain 16 yards of precious operating space. Bracken completed passes of 19 and 11 yards to Pierce.  On fourth down and one, Martin went wide for two, then plunged inside three times to the Harvard 32. Bracken went left for 18 more, then bulled to the three.  On Martin’s third try, he leaped and stretched the ball over the top of the goal line. Princeton had chewed up eight-and-a half-minutes of the fourth quarter clock to go ahead 18-14 with 6:18 to go.

The euphoria was short lived. Leo’s kickoff return to the 33, compounded by a personal foul penalty, set Harvard up at the 48. Leo then reached back to make a remarkable one-handed catch on fourth down to keep the drive alive.

A third-down pass made it fourth-and-two at the 20.

“They hadn’t run at me all day, but I thought ‘maybe this time they will, so I thought I had to be moving forward,” recalls Kozumbo.

Indeed Choquette ran off right tackle but Kozumbo shed a block and grabbed the fullback low, just before Kokoskie arrived and James grabbed the ball carrier to keep him from falling forward. The side judge quickly made an accurate spot. As Wayne went to all fours, the chains were stretched beyond the ball, but not as far as the Tigers’ belief in themselves. Harvard was short by two inches with 1:35 remaining.
It's the Tigers' Ball -- And Game

While most of the Tigers leaped with joy, Stupski picked up the ball and threw it into the stands.  After Bracken picked up a first down and Martin ran around with the ball to kill the clock, the Tigers celebrated what Colman called Princeton's biggest and most thrilling upset since beating Penn 20 years earlier. That time, Princeton had played only the spoiler. On this occasion, it had moved into a 3-way tie for the league lead with games remaining at Yale and at home against Cornell.

Both of the Bulldogs sensational sophomores, Brian Dowling and Calvin Hill, were too injured to play, but the Tigers recognized a dangerous wounded animal, having become being one themselves.
“There is nothing that hasn’t happened to us,” said Gipson as Brewbaker had to come out of the lineup again and Bohdan Stefkiwsky, another lineman who had had become a starter, went down. Then, so did Bracken on the first play from scrimmage but now bad things were happening to the other guys, too.  Eighty-six yards of Yale penalties resulted in one touchdown being called back on a hold – the field goal then was missed – and stalled two other long drives.

Nevertheless the Bulldogs had converted a 70-yard drive in the second quarter for a 7-0 lead that threatened to hold up until James’ late third-quarter interception -- off a hurry by Grossman -- set up a 42-yard drive capped by Martin’s one-yard dive. But a successful Garcia PAT was killed on a procedure penalty and when he missed the retry, Princeton was still down a point and running out of time.

In the descending darkness – the game had started at 2 p.m. for television, Yale used 13 plays to pick up three first downs and reach a second-and three at the Princeton 28.
Stupski (left) and Kokoskie Apply Pressure

“With three minutes left, we thought we were doomed,” recalls Kozumbo. But after being penalized for delay of game as a result of substitution confusion, the Bulldogs made up only two of the yards on a third-down run. From the 31, Coach Carm Cozza ordered a punt.

“Somebody in our huddle said ‘James is going to run this back.’” recalls Grossman. “ I said 'hell no, we’re blocking it. I had just missed one in the end zone earlier.”

Grossman led the charge up the middle.  “The snap wasn’t dead-on, [punter Bob Kenney] had to juggle it for a spilt second and that made the difference,” recalls Kozumbo, the second guy in. “He kicked it into my right arm.”

“Larry (Stupski) said later that when he knew he couldn’t get there he started looking for the ball.”

Stupski found it at the Yale 40. Gipson leveled Kenney with a memorable block and Stupski had a five-blocker escort though the darkening mist, running like he had materialized out of the Tigers’ dreams. After falling into the end zone, Stupski held the ball to the turf as if to make sure the officials believed it.  

There was 2:02 to go.  After Princeton got one stop, James, playing tailback in Bracken’s absence, couldn’t make a first down, but Yale’s last prayer in Princeton's 13-7 victory was gobbled up by Eichelberger at the gun.

“They are all guts,” glowed Colman, “I don’t know how they do it,”  Frankly, this time, neither did his Tigers, still in a 3-way tie for the lead after having been outgained from scrimmage, 311 yards to 161. 

“We were really elated after Harvard, mostly thankful after that one,” recalls Kozumbo.

Dartmouth was finishing with Penn and Harvard with Yale. Cornell, coming to Palmer Stadium at 4-2 and with huge offensive and defensive lines (averaged 238 pounds), represented giant unfinished business. 

Bending, not breaking, Princeton held the game scoreless despite 112 yards by Pete Larson, the league’s leading ground gainer, and dodged a bullet early in the fourth quarter when Gipson recovered a fumble at the Tiger 20. The Tigers countered with enough yardage before having to punt to allow a second Gipson recovery, off a hit by Hitchner, to set them up 51 yards away.

On fourth-and-six Bracken threw to Howard to keep the drive alive. Bill Berkley gained a first down at the nine, and on third down Bracken swept left for five yards, going in untouched for a 7-0 lead.

Princeton forced two three-and-outs, James sealed the deal with an interception, and the Tigers celebrated their three-way share – the hardest share -- of the Ivy League title with locker room champagne and cigars. Long into the morning on The Street, the Tigers, most of them members of Tiger Inn, partied. Kozumbo, a Cannon Club guy himself, overdid the scotch so badly that he developed an aversion to it that exists to this day. 

One more ongoing life lesson taught by Princeton’s Ivy League champions of 1966.

“Like the Cinderella stories, it has all the classic ingredients -- background, plot, conflict, action, crisis, resolution,” says Grossman. “Good qualities were underestimated, ignored or unrecognized but we expected more of ourselves.

“We emerged from obscurity, triumphed over hardship and, to everyone’s surprise, had success.”

Princeton had been outgained by 220 yards for the season, scoring just three more touchdowns than it gave up. The Tigers threw only two touchdown passes all year. But clutch fourth-quarter plays made them one of just five teams in the school’s history to ever combine Ivy and Big Three titles. The whole of the ’66 team vastly exceeded the sum of its parts. 

“All for one and one for all,” says Martin. “Trite, but true.

“When they moved me to fullback I beat out Bill Berkley. He was so down about it, but right from camp his attitude was ‘how can we work together?’  When I wasn’t effective in the Cornell game for reasons I can never explain, Bill came in and played outstanding on our touchdown drive, one of the key reasons we scored at all. Howard came in for Peters and in a clean uniform led the team 93 yards. We don’t score without him.

"We had one story after another like that. There is tangible power that comes from feeling the power of the team. We were on the brink of a very non-Princeton season -- .500 being impossible to swallow after the prior two years -- and we won five straight.  Our best players were not as good as the best players from 1964 and 1965. We were so outmanned by Harvard that to win was an incredible accomplishment and the way we did it was storybook.

“Most special of all, 48 years later the camaraderie and teamwork has mushroomed in value.”

Of the 19 football members of the Class of ’67, 16 survive.  Jim Kokoskie died in 1969, on a Princeton visit, when a truck crossed the centerline of Route 206, hit his car and killed him instantly. Peters -- Rhodes Scholar, Harvard Medical School, surgeon -- battled depression before taking his own life in 1989.  Stupski passed away from an unusually deadly strain of prostate cancer in 2013.

“Larry Stupski was my best friend," said Martin. "We both got married in college, he moved back to California when I did, and we stayed in touch.

“Last year, before he passed away, Joyce, his wife, asked me to put together some Princeton support so I put out an email and he heard from 16 of us in his hour of need. That’s a damn good expression of the importance of team and friendship and the epitome of it was the memorial service. Ten of us (seniors on the ’66 team) plus two earlier team members from our class and [22] other Tigers came.

“We decided to wear our class blazers to the memorial service at AT&T Park (Stupski, once-CEO of Charles Schwab, was a minority owner of the San Francisco Giants). Looking out at a sea of orange and black, I gave one of the eulogies before we all came up on the podium and in front of 700 people did the Tiger locomotive cheer in Larry’s name.

‘The vividness when you are playing is so phenomenal that, years later, you can remember plays and team events. But in many respects the more time that goes by, the more caring there is amongst the team, and that's even more powerful.”

Friday, July 18, 2014

Princeton Football in San Diego

Tigers Take on the Toreros 9/19/14-9/20/14
The Princeton Tigers will travel to San Diego to face the USD Toreros on Saturday, September 20 at Torero Stadium. In conjunction with the game, we will have a Friday evening reception and pre- and post-game tailgates on campus. Full details are listed below.
The football team last took an out-of-region trip in 2011 when they traveled to Hampton, VA for a memorable weekend with lots of orange and black camaraderie.  The student-athletes and coaching staff look forward to another team-building successful weekend, this time in sunny California, and are now asking for your support.  
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Friday, September 19th
Reception at The Lodge at Torrey Pines
6:30 p.m. - 8:30 p.m.
11480 N Torrey Pines Road
La Jolla, CA 92037
Welcoming remarks by Princeton Club of San Diego President Beverly Randez ’94 and featuring a talk by Head Football Coach Bob Surace ’90. Enjoy drinks and heavy hors d’oeuvres while mingling with fellow Princetonians, including PFA members, PVC members, and Princeton Club of San Diego members. The Lodge at Torrey Pines sits on the coastal cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean and is a one-of-a-kind setting, located on the world-famous Torrey Pines Golf Course, host of the 2008 US Open. Reunions attire suggested. Pre-registration required
Saturday, September 20th  
Pre and post-game Tiger Tailgate
Area between Jenny Craig Pavilion and Fowler Field
11:00 a.m. & 4:00 p.m.
Enjoy great food, wine & beer, entertainment, and much more. Activities for the entire family, including face painting! Don’t forget to wear your orange and black! Pre-registration preferred
Princeton Tigers vs. the USD Toreros
1:00 p.m.
Tickets for the football game vs. San Diego are on sale for $10 at the Princeton Ticket Office and can be purchased by calling (609) 258-4TIX

Bahia Resort Hotel
The Bahia Resort Hotel is situated on a secluded 14-acre peninsula in Mission Bay and boasts over a mile of beautiful sandy beaches. Book by August 18th under the Princeton Room Block to receive special rates starting at $149 per night.
998 West Mission Bay Drive
San Diego, CA 92109
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The Lodge at Torrey Pines
With views of the Pacific Ocean and storied Torrey Pines Golf Course, The Lodge’s Craftsman Era architecture and suite of amenities promise an unparalleled stay. Hotel guests may play golf on the world-famous Torrey Pines Golf Course. Book by August 18th under the Princeton Room Block to receive special rates starting at $295 per night.
11480 N Torrey Pines Road
La Jolla, CA 92037
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Golf at Torrey Pines
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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

At 25, Counting Their Blessings as Tigers


Even with rosy outlook generated by the arrival of the talented Garretts to Princeton in 1986, Judd noticed almost immediately the grey areas in the school’s football tradition.

“My memory is walking into Caldwell Field House when we first got here and seeing that the pictures of all Princeton’s championship teams were in black and white,” he said.  “That meant it was a long time since the last championship (in 1969).”

From 1970-85, the Tigers had enjoyed but two winning seasons when new coach Ron Rogerson sent young assistant Steve Verbit west to look for some guys in Kodachrome. A defensive back in Tulare, California, an hour from Fresno, became central to the plan.

Frank Leal '90
“I had taken trips to BYU and the University of Utah and then those offers both went away” recalls Frank Leal ’90.  “I didn’t know half the Ivy League schools when Coach Verbit showed up preaching passionately about the Princeton program, the education, about it being a 40-year, not a four-year, program.

“I was looking to stay close to home, but my high school coach, Tyrone Whatley, a big man with a deep voice, pulled me aside and started ripping into me about passing up an opportunity to go to Princeton. ‘You are not looking anywhere else,’ he told me, so I took a recruiting trip here and saw the close-knit relationships; the family nature that remains true today.

“I met a solid group of guys whom you could tell were very close, making it easier for me to go so far away from home.”

Twenty-five years later, the same crowbar necessary to separate Judd Garrett '90 from a football he was carrying and Frank Leal from the opposition’s best receiver, would be unable to pry apart Princeton’s 1989 Ivy League co-champions. “I would say I stay in touch with 25 people from that team,” says Gary Kempinski ’90.

Before they gathered for food, drink, fellowship and potential violations of the Princeton Honor Code on the golf course at Springdale Golf Club on Monday, the football class of ‘90 presented the Princeton Football Association with a record (for the 25-year challenge) $25,000 towards the next set of color pictures on the Caldwell walls.

“Frankie Leal, Vince Avallone (’90) and Rob Freeman (’90) communicated with their classmates and did a really magnificent job,” said Verbit, Princeton’s co-defensive coordinator.  

“They did a great job for the program and in their allegiance with one another, stepping forward to be so generous to help Princeton football continue its great tradition.”

Only a short list of icons in the modern era of the program that have meant more to Princeton on the field than Garrett and Leal, the offensive and defensive stars of the 1989 team.  Over three seasons, Garrett ran for 3109 yards, caught 137 passes and scored 41 touchdowns while Leal had 16 interceptions.

Judd Garrett '90
“Before there was the term ‘shutdown corner,’ that’s what Frankie was,” recalls Verbit.  “He was extremely consistent, very competitive, loved the challenge and met it.  

“With him, you didn’t have to worry about that [game-breaking opposition] player. You could put your plan together based on how you thought you would be able to hold up at other positions.  It’s a nice thing coming into a game having a guy who can take their big-play guy out of the game plan.

“Judd was a complete player running, catching and throwing.  Of all the (three) Garretts he probably was the most athletic.  He had a knack for feeling that defender, knew when to make that late cut, knew when to spin.”

Thanks to a mind boggling loss at Columbia that ended the Lions’ NCAA record 42-game losing streak and the surrendering of 97 and 59-yard touchdown bombs that erased a 10-0 lead in a loss to champion Dartmouth, the Tigers got no farther than six wins in 1988. Leal spun that failure positively, deciding with his secondary mates to tape their fingers for 1989 where the missing championship rings were supposed to be.

"To look down at when you're discouraged or tired," said Leal. 

Indeed, there was fatigue and discouragement in 1989. The Tigers lost 46-0 to Holy Cross and dropped  a 14-7 crusher to Yale when Leal missed a tackle on a 30-yard touchdown run and Garrett fumbled away a late drive at the Bulldog 14.  It was presumed the title had been blown until Harvard upset Yale the next week while Princeton was rallying to beat Cornell and claim a share of the title.

Thus did 30-game career starters Leal -- today the owner of a Los Angeles-based management consultation company for the media and entertainment industries -- Garrett and center Bob Surace gain the rings that had slipped from their fingers in 1988.

“There was a feeling going into all three years I played that this was going to be the year and we fell short the first two,” said Garrett.  “We weren’t expected to do much (in 1989) because Jason (quarterback Garrett) had graduated and we had other (senior) losses besides, but guys stepped up.”

Twenty five years later, a lot of those same men have done it again with their checkbooks for the program now headed by Surace, their captain.

“I have always tried to stay close to Princeton football,” said Jason Garrett, the Dallas Cowboys’ head coach and the older brother of Judd, Director of Pro Scouting for the Cowboys.  “But then my center, whom I am fond of, became the head coach.

“Bob becoming the steward for the program gives everyone a great feeling.  We know the kind of guy he is, the kind of player he was, the kind of coach he is and the kind of experience the kids are getting as a result.”

Twenty-five members of the ’89 champions gathered from all over the country Monday, black and white manifestation of how they feel about each other and Princeton football.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Campers Drilled on What It Takes to Become a Tiger


With six one-day camps to choose from this summer, high school football players are offered more than just one opportunity to fall in love with Princeton. But the way the Tiger coaches look at it, they receive only one chance to make a good impression.

“We’re looking at them, but they go to camps to help choose their colleges,” says Coach Bob Surace. “We have seen the film on most of these kids, and now they are looking at how we run our camp and which coaches help them.

Coach Surace Welcomes The Campers
“Most (of the campers) tour our campus the day before or the day after a camp. So this is 90 per cent them evaluating us.

“They may come in thinking, ‘It’s just Ivy League football, but they see our guys coach as well as any coaches in the country.  Every camper gets coached like our Princeton players are coached.  We run this like our own practices so that they will say,  ‘I have to get all my ducks in a row with admission and financial aid because I see myself at this place.’ 

“I want them to leave here saying,  ‘This is the best place.  I don’t want one kid saying. ‘Oh, it was just so-so.”

Twenty-one of this fall’s 27 incoming Princeton football freshmen and 20 rising sophomores proved happy, if exhausted, summer campers here as high school players. Winning Ivy League championships like last season’s builds credibility for a program of course, but the base of a winner comes from relationships that begin under the hot summer sun.

“Seth DeValve came as a high school quarterback,” said Surace. “He wasn’t as good as the other guys at his position so we tried him at receiver and tight end and he clearly took to it.   

"Jimmy (Salgado, now co-defensive coordinator) and Dennis (receivers coach Goldman) thought Seth was a college football player at those spots.”

The Princeton staff also learned that day how DeValve thought of himself as a football player first, the kind of mentality coaches covet.

Steve Verbit
“I came 100 per cent thinking I was going to be a quarterback and it turned out I played quarterback for about 10 minutes,” recalls DeValve ’15. “Maybe I was a little disappointed initially, but when they moved me that day to every place but offensive and defensive line, I thought it was fun. 

“I remember it was hard, probably the hardest workout I had ever done. But unlike the other camps, which were kind of run like a combine where they were testing you, this actually was a practice, what I felt it was an accurate depiction of what I could expect at Princeton.”

In the summer of 2012, Tyler Desire showed up to play every position he had in high school, which was most of them, including kick returner.  His length and quick first step convinced Surace and Steve Verbit, the co-defensive coordinator and defensive line coach, that the kid had the best chance to be special as a defensive end. So that is what Desire has become, not that he couldn’t have become a lot of things.

“We just saw he was a good athlete, so good that at every position we sent Tyler to that day he grew,” said Surace, “ It told us he takes well to coaching.

“We are looking at these camps for the same effort and attention that we get from our players. So if they can’t work hard here for one day that’s not a good sign, but these are really highly-achieving kids. Most of them understand the work ethic it takes to play college football.”

A full day session, which costs $160, is open to anyone.  A rising high school sophomore from a Princeton area high school has attended each of the first four sessions this summer – there are two more on July 11 and 12 -- to see what he could learn, not just what he could learn about Princeton. 

Most of these kids, however, are rising seniors who have sent the Tiger coaches intriguing highlight videos plus junior year transcripts that make a Princeton application worth a shot.  Film always leaves the question of the quality of the competition, and of course, doesn’t show practice habits. So most of these students have been encouraged to attend by the Tiger coaches, who would like to validate in person, against mostly college prospects, what was seen on video.

 “We are going to push them; we are going to have great attention to detail,” said Verbit, who organized the first Princeton high school camp in the late eighties with an all-Ivy center named Bob Surace serving as an instructor.  “Every young man who comes will have an opportunity to leave here a better player and has an opportunity to showcase his talents.”

All sizes, shapes of players, and color of high school helmets sit on the grass along the practice field fence in the morning, ready to become five-and-a-half hours better than they were when they stepped out of the car.  

“Compete your tails off, you are making each other better,” Surace tells the assemblage when he calls it to the center of the field. No sooner do the campers break up to work with position coaches than running back coach Sean Gleeson already is scolding them that jogging to the next drill will not be acceptable.

Some of these kids, who have flown in from as far away as Germany and Hawaii to attend as many as four camps at Ivy League schools in eight days, arrive at Princeton fatigued at best, injured at worst.  “There is one kid here who has gone to 16 of these camps,” said Verbit.  “No wonder why he is limping.”

One father, who has shepherded three other prospects besides his own from a Texas high school, is taking them to another Ivy League camp the next day. 

“It’s a grind for these kids, they get tired,” he concedes. 

Jim Salgado
“Especially if they are going to another camp the day after ours,” smiles Verbit. 

Since fatigue makes cowards of us all, the coaches are observing a lot more than just skill.  “You look to see who gets in front of the line for the next drill and who is content to be in back,” said Verbit. 

Some of the lines are considerable.  The numbers – at 180-210 a day, Surace estimates about 1200 will attend at least one of the Princeton camps this summer -- are made more manageable with the aid of current Tigers, plus coaches at a number of Division III coaches who help out expecting to find some good fits for their academically-oriented schools, too.

“One thing that is the same as it is at every other program in the country is time,” Surace tells the campers.  “So how are we going to utilize it?

“How do we meet?  How do we watch video? How do we practice?  I hope at the end of the day you will say, ‘In no other camp did we work harder.”

“That’s our expectation. It’s important to us that you leave here saying,  ‘of all the camps I’ve been to, this was the most efficient and professional. “

Monday, June 16, 2014

Catapano Raises His Bar


Everybody in the NFL has a quick first step. So how is it that Mike Catapano plans to take his next one?

“In the Ivy League, even in [FBS] football, there are some stars you have to look out for, that play faster than others,” says No. 77 of the Kansas City Chiefs.  “But in the NFL, everybody is going at the fastest speed that you ever have seen the game being played.

“Because the reaction time is much, much quicker and because you are not going to be able to overpower anyone, technique really has to come through. And I think the Chiefs were very surprised last year with how prepared I was.

“The small things were emphasized every single day by (Princeton defensive line coach and co-defensive coordinator) Steve Verbit. Pass rushing is a bunch of little things – hand placement, getting your hips around -- that add up to one big thing -- sacks -- and Coach Verbit started me on that track.”
Who knows if the preparedness that put a seventh-round draft choice into 16 games in his rookie year helped Caraun Reid be drafted in the fifth round last month (by Detroit)?  Certainly Catapano’s success couldn’t have hurt.

Since those two feet in the door by two Princeton defensive linemen in two years are no quicker than anyone else’s in the NFL, how does Catapano propose to eventually place his hands on something bigger than a year in the pros to someday tell his grandchildren about?

He will do it by outworking the next guy.

Mike Catapano '13
“The guy is driven, one of those relentless warriors you want on your team,” Chiefs GM John Dorsey said recently. ‘I’m excited to see him contribute as we go forward here in his second season.

“I’ve always said guys make their greatest strides in year one to year two and I see great strides coming for Catapano.”

The Chiefs let former first-round draft pick Tyson Jackson sign with Atlanta and replaced him with free-agent signee Vance Walker to play the left outside spot.  We’ll see if that helps increase the role of Catapano, who, from scrimmage, played almost entirely in third-down packages. To get on the field in base situations, he will have to improve against the run, which is why Catapano will go to camp in July ten pounds heavier than a year ago.

“At 291, I’m much more capable against the run,” he said on the phone the other day. “It’s all muscle, won’t hurt my quickness.

“That’s where I hang my hat, why I’m a good pass rusher. Now I have added another element where I can be not just a finesses guy."

Mike DeVito, the seven-year pro at the right defensive end mentoring Catapano, says the Chiefs wonder about a Princeton grad not being smart enough to avoid grunt work for a living.
“Sometimes we ask him, ‘What were you thinking,’” laughed DeVito last week. “You could have made this money with your brain but you’re out here killing yourself.”
But having studied under Verbit, a scholar knows a teacher when he has one in Tommy Brasher, the Chiefs’ defensive line coach of 26 NFL seasons. 
“We spent the majority of the off season just on stance,” said Catapano. “Tommy Brasher recognizes backfield sets and all kinds of tendencies, has a lot of wisdom that transfers to us, very well.
“I think he’s a little too old to be a yeller, not an in-your-face type of guy, but he expects great effort. The mantra of the whole team, from (Head Coach) Andy Reid down is if you expend 100 per cent effort, they will treat you like a professional.”
Kansas City, in turn, treats its Chiefs like gods, meaning Catapano no longer has to settle for playing in front of some of the smarter crowds in college football, but rather is fired up by what might be loudest crowd in the game -- at Arrowhead Stadium.

“I love it,” he said.  “The heartbeat of the whole town is the Chiefs and I live in downtown Kansas City, in the middle of it all. I grew up in New York, so I have to have some buildings around me.

"I am really lucky to have found a spot that believed in me and it's turned out to be such a great city. There’s lots of stuff to do downtown.”

Eat steak for one. Study football on his laptop for another.

“I have had a year in our system, I know exactly what it takes to be successful in this position,” Catapano said.  “I want to be a more complete player this year. 
Looking Just as Good in Red as in Orange

“Obviously I have ability to rush the passer and my team thinks that’s valuable but I want to be an every down player and eventually a starter. Having a year under my belt, the sky is the limit to what I can do this year.”

The Chiefs, coming off 2-14 season in 2012, shot for the clouds in Catapano’s rookie year with a 9-0 start before the skies opened up on them. They won only two of their last seven and blew a 28-point third quarter lead into a 45-44 loss at Indianapolis in a wild card game.

“I think that lit a fire under everyone in the entire organization,” said Catapano. “No one has forgotten that and it has drilled some guys to push even harder this off season.

“We remember how it felt and that taste in your mouth doesn’t go away. That's what football is about, that taste in your mouth, turning it into wins.”

The Chiefs made a living last year of returning punches in the mouth, taking kickoffs back for 29.9 yards per, the best average in NFL history. Catapano was in the wedge that sprung Quintin Demps and also blocked for the third-best punt return unit in the league, in addition to being on the field goal block team.

“I never really played special teams at Princeton,” he said.  “You won’t see many 290 pounders out running around on kick returns but it was fun.

“I like to think I am a great athlete, which is why they have me out there.  We have starters playing roles on special teams, so while I hope to play more (from scrimmage) I don’t expect my special teams play will decrease this year. Anything that gets me on the field is great.”

Catapano says he stood right next to Coach Brasher on the sidelines all last season just in case being out of sight would put a seventh defensive lineman in a 3-man line out of mind when third down rolled around. But essentially, you put yourself on the field with work habits.

“It’s unbelievable the jump Mike’s made from last year to this year,” said DeVito. “Usually you see a guy who put on 10-15 pounds slow down a bit but it’s not the case here.
“He’s more explosive and faster than ever. Mike’s going to be a dangerous weapon and I’m glad we have him on our side.”

Monday, June 2, 2014

Coming Back Never Gets Old


The Black team ran a quarterback sneak, not only something you don't often see in two-hand touch, but, against a 71-year old man, probably a violation of the Princeton honor code.

A flattened Dick Springs ’64, popped right back up however.  “My own fault,” he said.  “Didn’t get low enough.”

“The [blocker] apologized.  No, didn’t get his name.  You sure all these guys have graduated? They look awfully young.  

"But I told him, ‘Watch your ass, I’m coming now.  You got me riled.’”
Dick Springs '64

The Black team received long interception returns for touchdowns by Andrew Starks ’13 and Phil Bhaya ’14 and held off the determined charge of Springs and his Orange squad by two touchdowns Friday afternoon. 

Of course, in Princeton’s annual alumni football game, it's not whether you win of lose but whether head athletic trainer Charlie Thompson’s defibrillator stays unused.  

Dr. Greg DiFelice '89, an orthopedic surgeon at New York's Hospital for Special Surgery, wanted to just enjoy his 25th reunion, vehemently denied that he came to drum up some business. "But does anyone want to play another quarter?" he laughed.

Turned out, the ice on the ankle of Bob Reif ’89 was the worst of the carnage until the rental truck delivering the post-game spread hit the goal post, leaving it as cockeyed as a Yale Bulldog’s optimism that he can beat Princeton.

The collision left a big dent in the vehicle, but certainly not in the afternoon of Springs, who pops in every five years or so from Hailey, Idaho so that Lynn Sutcliffe ’65, won’t be the oldest participant every May. 

“I’m really glad he’s here,” said Sutcliffe.  Not to be upstaged, Sutcliffe rode to the 50-yard line of Powers Field for the second straight year on his snazzy Honda Gold Wing, pretty much assuring that he will keep doing this annually for as long as New Jersey lets him have a driver’s license or the hamstring he pulled last year blows out for good.

Nothing wrong with a new tradition, even after 144 years of football.  We mean Princeton, not Springs.

But when you make it to your class's 50th reunion, obviously you go back quite a ways.

“I was a Princeton legacy,” he said.  “My father (Richard A. Springs ’40) would bring me here in the early fifties, when I was in second or third grade, to watch (Dick) Kazmaier. 

"I would say ‘I want to do that some day'. And it was one of the fortuitous things in my life when it came about."

Springs watered the real grass of Palmer Stadium with his own share of sweat as a blocking back on the 1963 Ivy League co-champions. He also was a checking winger on Princeton hockey teams that weren’t very good, but he was in on the ground floor of the football program’s most successful decade.
Springs and Lynn Sutcliffe '65 haven't Lost a Step, Just Gained Experience

“As sophomores and juniors we were 5-4,” he recalled.  “Junior year, we were loaded with talent but had a lot of egos and never coalesced as a team.

“At the start of the (senior) season we were picked to be in second division but we had a great captain, Bill Guedel, who changed the culture. 

'We were laying around at our training camp in Blairstown (NJ) one day and Guedel says, ‘If we were playing Alabama and Ohio State and USC every week, there might be a reason for losing a game or two.  But in this league, we are going to win every one.

“Bill set a tone like that.  He went to the coaches and said something like ‘We know you aren’t motivators, you are tacticians, so we want to have the last five minutes before we go onto the field and before the second half without any coaches in the locker room.’

“Coach (Dick) Colman, who was a magnificent man, thought about it and agreed.  We had 10 seniors and in a nine-game season, each of us, except for the captain, Guedel, took a game to be the motivating speaker. “  

The Tigers won their first six, got tripped up at Harvard, but went into the finale against Dartmouth still with a chance to win the title outright.

“We are practicing that Friday afternoon and a kid comes riding in on a bike saying, ‘The President has been shot!” Springs recalled. "The game was postponed for a week”. 

The Tigers, who scored twice in the third period to take the lead over Dartmouth, made an apparent championship-sealing stop in the final minutes, only to have Cosmo Iacavazzi fumble at the Princeton three-yard line.  Dartmouth, reprieved, punched in the winning score and claimed a share of the title.  But that disappointment set the table and the 1964 team ran it, going 9-0 to produce Princeton’s last undefeated season.
“We had a junior and sophomore laden team that had a big disappointment in the last game, settled for a share and then the next year went undefeated,” said Springs.  “Hope it turns out like that for this year’s team.
But You Should Have Seen the Truck
“You know, in the sixties, there were as many championships – ‘63, ‘64, ‘66 and ‘69 -- as the total sum from 1970 until last year.

“Hopefully the culture is changing and we will get back to having great heritage. It seems like Coach Surace and his staff are doing a great job.”

Springs roots for them from an Idaho farm where he and his wife  Melinda have lived since 1997.  Though Springs grew up in Mount Kisco, New York, he went West as a young man 10 days after graduation and never came back, except to walk around campus all misty-eyed.

“I fell in love with the West working on ranches during the summers of my college years," he said. "Had a job offer, and went.

"I spent a few years teaching, coaching and being an athletic director at a small school in La Jolla  CA, and had a ranch down in Mexico where I would spend the summers,” he said.  “Eventually I said, ‘Cows, unlike students, don’t talk back’, so I moved to Oregon in 1970 and became a cattle rancher full time.

“In the nineties I sold my big ranch and got a smaller farm in Idaho, where my wife and I now reside, about  a half hour south of Sun Valley.  It’s a resort area now, but when I first got there, this was rough and tough cowboy county.

“I coach a women’s hockey team and still play hockey all winter.  So cardiowise,  I probably am alright.  I have a little cartilage problem in my left knee but I’m here, so I figured I would come out have a little fun and do what I can.”

Why not, it’s just two-hand touch, or actually it’s two-hand touched.  Asked what Princeton means to him, Springs’ voice started to crack, better than his knee starting to crack.   

“I wasn’t the greatest academician but the lessons I learned, the people I got to associate with and, most particularly, the friendships I made at Princeton are so enduring," he said.  "My closest friends in life still are my teammates and it is so special to be able to come back and relive it a little with them and revel in the times we had. 

“As young men of 19 or 20, you knew you were very lucky to be at this institution. But you had no idea how lucky.  The older you get, the more you appreciate it.  And me being out here today just carries on the tradition in my mind.

“Anytime I came back to the university one of the first places I would come would be down to this field to walk on it, whether it was at Palmer Stadium or this one.  It’s like hallowed ground for me.”