Written by Rich Forestano Friday, 24 August 2012 00:00Frank Calca and Tony Marasa. Those are two of the many fine coaches that toed the lines for St. Vincent De Paul’s basketball program when I played. Mr. Calca called the shots for my team.
On weekends during basketball season, you couldn’t find a parking spot near the gym on DePaul Street or neighboring streets of Virginia Drive, Robert Avenue and John Avenue. The days spent at the gym were always a welcomed change of pace, especially on game day.
Although other facilities were just as nice or much nicer, St. Vincent’s held an aura all to its own; a mystique that echoed its past teammates (playing for St. Vincent’s was almost a rite of passage) and a stronghold in the Elmont community.
St. Vincent’s basketball was a tradition, a privilege to play for and an escape from the daily grind for parents to watch their kid play, kids to have their parents cheer and to hopefully, although difficult, take home a championship at the end of it all.