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One of the highest accolades that can be paid an athlete is that he or she puts what is best for the team ahead of what might be best personally for that athlete. Sometimes, circumstances simply necessitate putting the team’s needs ahead of individual ones.
For post-graduate Naji Ozeir, both circumstances apply. A natural power forward, the 6’8” Ozeir arrived at Salisbury last fall from Novi, Michigan, to learn that he would need to move to the center position in the absence of a “natural” center on the team. Despite playing out of position, Ozeir leads the Knights with 18 points-per-game and 7 rebounds. In addition, he is shooting an impressive 56% from the field.
Ozeir is used to playing a big role on the court. At Novi High School – a 2,000-student school, 30 minutes from Detroit – he was a four-year member of the varsity team. As a 6’5” freshman, he averaged 10 minutes of playing time per game. As a sophomore, he broke his ankle during a fall-league game and missed all of the varsity preseason. Nevertheless, he was in uniform for the opening game of the season, and by the sixth game he had moved into the starting line-up.
By junior year, Ozeir earned first-team, all-conference honors, averaging 15.7 points and 8 boards. While the team finished a modest 11-9, a win over arch-rival Northville in front of a huge home crowd provided a bright spot.
Ozeir was named team captain his senior year. While he saw his personal stat line drop slightly, Novi won the district championship in dramatic fashion, defeating a heavily-favored Northville team that came into the championship game with a 20-1 record, including two regular-season wins over Novi.
That success, however, does not tell the whole story.
“We came into the season heavily favored to win,” Ozeir explains, “but we had a poor start to the season. There was discord on the team, and selfish play hurt us in the early weeks of the season.” As captain, Ozeir realized that he had some work to do off the court if the basketball season were going to be salvaged.
Enter older brother Samer. “He was always my role model,” the thoughtful, sincere Ozeir says of Samer, who also stands 6’8” and who blazed a standout career on the Novi basketball court ahead of Naji before playing two years for Columbia University. “I knew I had to deal with the negative players on the team,” Ozeir continues, “and my brother helped me figure out the best way to do that, meeting with those players one-on-one, away from the court, and talking through the issues. My father was a big help, too,” Ozeir also gratefully acknowledges.
Ozeir’s father, an engineer for the Ford Motor Company, was born in Lebanon and came to the United States at age 18. Ozeir’s mother is American by birth, but both of her parents are also from Lebanon – from the same small city, Baalbek, where her husband grew up. [Side-note to third formers, especially those looking for art works to use on Odyssey Day: In the ancient world, Baalbek was the site of a spectacular temple in honor of Zeus as well as an important temple dedicated to the sun-god Helios.] Ozeir’s parents met in Michigan. Small world. Ozeir himself has dual citizenship.
And therein lies another significant chapter in the story of Ozeir’s development as a basketball player. Following a path established by Samer, Ozeir tried out for and earned a roster-spot on the Lebanon Under-17 team. (Samer had previously played for Lebanon’s U-18 squad.) At the Arab Championship in Egypt during the summer of 2015, Ozeir started at power forward for a team that finished as the runner-up to champion Egypt in the ten-country event.
Last summer, Ozeir returned to Lebanon, where he stays with his grandparents and has numerous other relatives as well. His U-18 team returned to the championship game of the Arab Tournament, again falling to Egypt. In addition, Lebanon traveled to Tehran, Iran, to compete in the Asia Cup Tournament. Wins over India, Korea, Japan, Kazakhstan, and Indonesia advanced Lebanon to the semi-finals, where the top three teams would qualify for the World Championships. There, however, Korea would exact revenge, defeating Lebanon to claim third place. (Iran won the tournament, with Japan second.)
Despite the disappointment, Ozeir had a blast. “It was an amazing experience,” he says of the Asia Cup, “bigger than the Arab Championship and even more fun, with all of the teams staying together in the same hotel for the ten-day tournament. Meeting players my age from other parts of the world and hanging out with them was unforgettable.
In a different world, questions relating to Ozeir’s Muslim background would probably not even come up. After all, some 30 student-athletes have been profiled previously in this series without such questions, with the subject of religion entering the conversation only as might occasionally be mentioned in relation to charitable work by church youth groups. Why should a conversation with Naji be any different?
Beyond a terse response to a question about the recent ban on travel from seven mostly Muslim countries – “Ridiculous,” Ozeir states, “banning a specific group of people isn’t right” – he is little interested in the divisive issues and viewpoints that have fueled national debate for years and have only intensified in recent months. Rather, his interests and focus are those of others his age. Developing his skills in his chosen sport. Improving his academic record to prepare for college. (Ozeir has gone from a B student at Novi to an A- student this year on the Hilltop.) Working out, being around friends, following his favorite teams (Pistons, Lions). And why should Ozeir’s high school years be otherwise?
“I’ve played [on the basketball court] with every religion,” explains Ozeir, “every race. Sure, there are differences, but we put those aside and share a common goal as a group. Working together [in a sport] leads you to meet people you would not meet otherwise and make friends. I am grateful,” Ozeir says with a sincerity that is poignant, “for the opportunity that basketball has given me to learn about other people and other parts of the world.”
Although he has played and loved basketball since he was four years old and for as long as he can remember has wanted to go as far as the game will take him, Ozeir feels he did not really take seriously or fully understand all that that entails. “Only in my sophomore year of high school,” he acknowledges, “did I start to take the training regimen much more seriously. Prior to that, I didn’t understand how hard you need to work to improve.”
From what his Salisbury coach, Harlan Dodson, has to say, Ozeir is right on track. “Naji is a true competitor who has been a core piece of our offense and defense this year,” Dodson remarks. “He loves the game, and it shows with how hard he works at improving. He continues to develop his skill set and work to improve in different facets of the game.”
While he has a Novi teammate, Kameron Hankerson at Wisconsin-Green Bay, playing Division 1 basketball, Ozeir did not receive the D-I offers that he had hoped for. Samer had previously brought up the idea of taking a p.g. year at a New England prep school, and as his senior year unfolded, Ozeir began to see more and more sense in the idea. “My brother even contacted the schools for me,” Ozeir recalls, appreciatively, “and we all decided Salisbury would be the best fit.”
As he makes the final push for college and a pre-business program, still hoping to go D-I but open to D-III as well, Ozeir is glad he came to the Hilltop. “Salisbury does a good job of providing help,” he points out. “There are always teachers available when I need help. They care for us in this community, and the all-boy environment is actually more comfortable.”
Beyond college, Ozeir hopes to return to Lebanon to play basketball in the country’s ten-team professional league. Of that prospect, he explains, “It’s a three-to-four month season and probably the strongest league in the Middle East. There are a lot of talented players.”
Certainly, his experiences at big showcases such as the King James Tournament – a 64-team event in Ohio – have given Ozeir a realistic perspective. He has played alongside or against such highly touted contemporaries as Cassius Winston of Michigan State; Michael Porter, Jr., the #1-ranked player in the United States, coming out of high school; and Josh Jackson of Kansas, a likely pick in next year’s NBA lottery.
Ultimately, Ozeir is clear-headed about it all. “I’m pretty confident,” he concludes, philosophically, “that when it’s all said and done, that it will all work out the way it’s supposed to, and I’ll get what works best for me.”
Words anyone of us could learn from.
- Procter Smith
We’ll get to the journey, rest assured, but can we consider first the resume that student-athlete and recent graduate Nicky Cohen compiled over his four years on the Hilltop?
As a student, Cohen recently achieved High Honors for the twelfth time in twelve trimesters. Lest anybody sniff at that achievement, supposing Cohen coasted through Salisbury’s diploma requirements, consider that Cohen’s transcript includes a top-heavy array of the most demanding courses in the School. In addition to a variety of Honors-level courses, Cohen has mastered AP BC Calculus, AP Chemistry, AP Biology, AP Microeconomics, and AP U.S. History. In May, he joined seven other members of the Class of 2017 as an inductee to the Cum Laude Society, emblematic of the highest level of scholarly inquiry and accomplishment that Salisbury School recognizes. And for good measure? Have a look-see at Cohen’s demerit total across his four years at Salisbury: zero. ZE-RO. To expand a phrase, “That is indeed a Knight.”
As an athlete, Cohen competed at the varsity level in the fall, winter, and spring for the past two years: Varsity Cross-Country, Varsity Squash, Varsity Golf. Across twelve seasons, he represented Salisbury as a varsity athlete in nine. In addition, this year he captained two of those varsity teams – squash and golf. [Ed. Note: Cohen was actually a squash captain for two years. As a fifth former, he co-captained the team with Torrance Smith ’16. This past winter, he co-captained with Charlie Rote ’18.]
And what a finish to his already glistening resume! In the final week of the spring season, Cohen, who has concentrated on golf since seventh grade, had the first medalist’s round of his four-year varsity career, shooting a 40 in a match against Berkshire and The Gunnery to tie with teammate Chris Henn and rival Bryce Gomez for lowest score of the day. Then, at the Kingswood-Oxford Invitational, Cohen – who carries an 8.5-handicap at the Burning Tree Country Club, his home course in Greenwich, Connecticut – shot a 74 to lead the Knights and finish 10th overall in the field of 115 golfers from 23 schools at the New England Championships.
No “senior slump” for the estimable Mr. Cohen.
From whence did this Knight in Shining Under Armour come galloping forth? Cohen’s apprenticeship, it turns out, was anything but simple, was far from a tee shot straight down the fairway.
Cohen is an alumnus of the Windward School in White Plains, New York, specialists in helping children “with language-based learning disabilities,” so reads their website, “acquire the academic strategies and skills necessary to reach their academic potential.” Cohen is dyslexic, a condition compounded by ADHD or Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder. His journey to Salisbury has been no primrose path. In addition to his struggles with decoding English texts, he has stubbornly tackled French, in grade four, to no avail; Spanish, in grade six: same story; even tutoring in Classical Greek, for mercy’s sake. No go. Cohen did not want a pass, but, at that point, a language waiver was forthcoming. He did not study a foreign language at Salisbury.
“Despite my dyslexia,” Cohen muses, “I was always good at math and science. Reading and writing have been tough. I did not reach grade level as a reader until fourth form.” Cohen does not mention it, but he has been a straight-A student in English ever since.
While he has enjoyed a life of some privilege – country club memberships, private lessons, independent schools, summers in the Greek Isles (where his mother is from) – don’t suppose for a moment that Cohen has been spared life’s whips and scorns. Indeed, dyslexia may be the least of it.
“The break-up of my parents’ marriage was difficult,” Cohen shares, and while he persevered academically, “my golf game suffered.”
So Cohen doubled down on toughening the mental side of his game. “I’m not the strongest or the fastest or the most skilled,” he states, “so I’ve had to compensate in other ways, learn to scramble, bring my temper under control. I would let bad holes get the better of me,” he recalls, with the 2016 Kingswood Invitational particularly in mind. “Neil Howland was an important influence on me,” Cohen notes in tribute to his former teammate, a member of the Class of 2016. “After seeing me melt down at Kingswood, he took me aside and helped me learn to stay calm. Coach Sinclair and Coach Barbato are great examples of the mental game, too. They’ve been a big help in gaining control of my emotions.”
Cohen counts as his biggest influence, though, his older brother, who recently completed his freshman year at Wake Forest University, where Cohen will join him in the fall to pursue a pre-business program. “My brother is also dyslexic,” Cohen points out, “and his ability to overcome the challenges that go with dyslexia has inspired me above anyone else. He showed me how to manage time, what a true ‘work ethic’ looks like, how to make the most of athletic ability. He went through struggles before I did and made it through,” relates Cohen with evident admiration and affection. “He’s someone I look up to and the person I chase. We’re not ‘smart,’” Cohen insists, in the face of considerable evidence to the contrary, “but we’re hard workers.”
The Cohen family suffered another blow this past February, when Cohen’s grandfather died. “It was very hard on my mother,” Cohen confides, “especially in the midst of the divorce. During my third-form year, I had lost my grandmother, and that experience helped me learn how to deal with the pain of loss, especially the importance of expressing painful emotions outwardly. When my grandfather died four months ago,” Cohen continues, “I needed to be concerned about my mother and comfort her more than I needed her to comfort me. Obviously, I was very sad to lose my grandfather, but the important thing, I felt, was to make sure my mother knew I cared about her. A lot of my ability to cope,” adds Cohen, circling back to the important role golf has played in his life, “came from lessons learned in golf. One wrong shot or bad hole does not ruin a round,” he asserts. “Get back at it. Move forward. Make it up.”
Here, Cohen adds a pet peeve. “Nothing bothers me more as a high-school player,” he grouses, “than to hear younger golfers threaten to quit when things don’t go their way or if they don’t shoot in the high 30s or better every time out. Tearing up hats, throwing away clubs, saying they’re ‘switching to lacrosse.’ We have some talented guys,” he observes of a Salisbury team that will return four of its top five players next year, “at least one of whom has a chance to play golf in college. But for something like that to happen, they need to learn to accept errors and not beat themselves – or their equipment – up when things don’t go as planned, especially when they’re expecting to shave strokes with a risky shot. Risk,” Cohen opines sagely, “does not always get the reward.”
Looking back on the season just completed, Cohen is excited to talk about his experience playing in the pairs tournament at the Silo Ridge Field Club in Amenia, New York. Yes, Salisbury won that event over seven other schools, but it is the aesthetic experience there that has Cohen worked up. And little wonder. Silo
Ridge boasts a course designed by Tom Fazio, one of the preeminent course gurus in the world, and includes a gated community where Tom and Gisele and their two youngsters – yes, the Brady Bunch – have purchased a home. The Silo Ridge project, which broke ground in March of 2016, has a budget of over a half-billion dollars. Low-end homes in the development start at one million dollars.
Here’s Cohen’s take: “Within the next two-to-five years,” Cohen predicts, “it will become one of the best-known courses in the Northeast. Anyone who gets to play there will feel lucky. I can’t wait to get back to this area to play there again myself. It is an absolutely fabulous course.”
You might suppose that the travails of an AP-loaded curriculum and three seasons in the cauldron of varsity competition would be more than enough to keep a Sarum brother busy. Guess again. Cohen served as a Peer Leader in his fifth and sixth form years. This year, he also served as Prefect for Tappert Dorm. As a fourth former, he joined the Investment Club. Last fall, he became a member of the Vestry. For the past two years, he gave tours for the Key Society.
Cohen – so quick to note the many others who have inspired him, supported him, helped him on his journey as a student, as an athlete, as a community member – did not necessarily set out to be a role model himself. One would be hard pressed, though, to find someone for whom that well-worn appellation is more apt, and in such varied ways, than embodied by Nicky Cohen.
- Procter Smith
While he would be the last person to call attention to it – personal accomplishments are important to him only insofar as he can help his team – and there are still the Connatonic League Championships this weekend as well as a final contest with Hotchkiss next week, varsity baseball player Liam Hibbits is in the midst of a season for the ages. Through this point in the season, the rangy first baseman from New York City has posted some stratospheric numbers.
For starters, Hibbits is batting .604. (For the first and last time: the preceding number and the ensuing numbers contain no typos.) Hibbits’ on-base percentage of .623 is virtually unheard of. In addition, he sports an .896 slugging percentage and a 1.518 OPS (On-base % Plus Slugging %). In each category, Hibbits leads the team.
Hibbits and teammate Cam Meyer, whose .792 slugging percentage and 1.248 OPS are eye-popping in themselves and who leads the Knights with 5 home runs, form the heart of Salisbury’s line-up. Meyer mans the 3-spot, and Hibbits bats clean-up. Together, they form arguably the most menacing offensive tandem in the Connatonic League if not all of Western New England.
A case in point: in a game against Brunswick, the two combined for 5 hits (the rest of the line-up produced 4), including 3 home runs (2 for Meyer, 1 for Hibbits), and together accounted for 4 of Salisbury’s 5 runs. Hibbits reached base all four times he came to the plate and fell one triple short of “hitting for the cycle” (compiling a single, double, triple, and home run in the same game).
Hibbits comes by his skills through the most time-honored of traditions: hard work. That plus a deep-seated love of the game. “My first memory of playing baseball,” he recalls, “is when I was three. My dad and I would play catch in our apartment. I loved it.”
Fathers playing catch with sons. Is there any more iconic image in sport? “Baseball is fathers and sons playing catch,” poet and die-hard Red Sox fan Donald Hall has asserted. There is a bit of an anomaly in the Hibbits scenario, though: those early father-son catches were not in some clearing in an Iowa cornfield; they were in the well-appointed living room of an apartment on New York’s Upper East Side.
A visitor can do a lot of walking around Manhattan – East Side, West Side, all around the town and its boroughs – without setting eyes on a ballfield. But the lack of appearances can be deceiving. If you know where to look, New York City is a veritable hotbed for America’s Pastime. MCU Park in the Coney Island section of Brooklyn. Ravens Field in the Bronx. The 7,000-seat Richmond County Baseball Park on Staten Island. Houlihan Park at Fordham University in the Bronx. Murry Bergtraum Field just across the FDR Drive from the East River in Lower Manhattan. Juniper Valley Park in Queens with its seven fields. The list could go on and on.
Hibbits knows the territory well. And one need look no further than the Catholic High School Athletic Association for teams to populate these fields of urban dreams. Hibbits’ alma mater – Xavier High School on West 16th Street in Manhattan’s Chelsea district– is one of over 60 members of the CHSAA in the greater metropolitan area. Virtually Xavier’s entire slate of some 35 games is played against other teams in the association.
During his eighth-grade year at St. Ignatius Loyola School, Hibbits narrowed his choice of high schools down to three of the leading Jesuit institutions in the city: Fordham Prep, Iona Prep, and Xavier. “I was looking for a
combination of academics and athletics,” Hibbits recounts, “and the size of Xavier ended up being a determining factor. I knew I wanted to play baseball at a high level, and I embraced the idea of going to a school of over 1200 boys and having to face stiff competition against other talented players for a spot on the roster.”
Earn a spot Hibbits did, starting at first base for Xavier’s freshman team, moving up to j.v. as a sophomore and again starting at first, and securing a spot in the varsity line-up and playing first for his junior and senior seasons. Hibbits batted fourth in the line-up all four years, just as he has done under Coach Kevin Huber here on the Hilltop. “Even though I batted clean-up,” Hibbits hastens to add, “for my entire Xavier career, I was really more of a singles and doubles guy initially. Then I grew into my shoes and became more of a power hitter. And,” he adds, “I’ve always liked batting in the clutch.”
By his senior year, Hibbits had grown to nearly 6’3” and over 190 pounds. His numbers included a .380 batting average, 4 home runs, and over 20 rbi’s. In 120+ plate appearances, he struck out a minuscule 4 times while working opposing moundsmen for more than 20 walks or hit-by-pitches. That strikeout-to-walk ratio is remarkable and speaks to Hibbits’ extraordinary batting eye as well as his patience at the plate. Hibbits’ accomplishments his senior year earned him Xavier’s MVP Award and election to the All-CHSAA second all-star team.
As for most elite high school athletes, summer opportunities have loomed large for Hibbits. In 2016, he was recruited to play first base for the top travel team in the Northeast: Maplezone Sports Institute out of Philadelphia. “It was exciting to get the call,” Hibbits notes, “but I was well aware that it involved a considerable financial commitment. I talked it over with my parents, and they were kind enough to provide the financial backing.” Among other experiences, Hibbits participated in the biggest summer showcase in the country – an event in Georgia that attracted 300 teams from all 50 states. Hibbits’ team went 5-0-2 to win its preliminary pool and then advanced to the quarterfinals before bowing out.
Hibbits batted clean-up for the team, despite what he describes as “a huge jump up in the level of competition.” Teams carried twelve-man pitching staffs so as to meet the demands of playing so many games against top competition. “It was the best experience of my life,” Hibbits recalls, “playing baseball at the highest level with a bunch of guys who remain friends to this day and who I will see again in college.” That experience also gave Hibbits a new perspective. “I gained confidence that I could play and excel at a high level,” he came to realize, “and that inspired me to work even harder to make the most of my talent.”
Hibbits’ work ethic also paid off in the classroom. “Choosing a Jesuit education was the greatest decision I made in my life,” exudes Hibbits, who had boosted his GPA to 3.4 by his senior year and earned Second Honors. He has, in turn, maintained Honors standing during his post-graduate year at Salisbury. “Xavier’s school motto,” Hibbits continues, “is ‘Men for Others.’ That encompasses the idea of using personal resources and abilities to give back to those in need and to make the world a better place.”
Xavier’s city-wide service programs ensure that its students put that philosophy into practice. After performing 20 hours of volunteer work during each of their first three years of high school, seniors embark on a 72-hour program. For Hibbits, that meant spending two hours every Monday working in a home for the elderly. “The old people relied on me for things like transporting them to physical therapy,” Hibbits explains. “All react to that in different ways. Most were easy-going about it, but others could be bossy or even hostile. You adapt.
The most fulfilling part,” Hibbits reflects, “was getting to know some of the residents and learning inspirational life lessons from them. The one I heard most? ‘Enjoy your youth while you have it.’”
Believing he needed more academic seasoning as well as further skill-building in his chosen sport, Hibbits pursued the plan of taking an additional year of high school somewhere. He briefly considered IMG Academy in Bradenton, Florida, before training his attention on New England prep schools within a couple of hours of New York City, eventually settling on Salisbury.
“The access to facilities here has been huge,” emphasizes Hibbits, whose biggest complaint about city-ball is the lack of – as well as the expense of – training facilities away from the city’s ball fields. “Having practically 24/7 access here at Salisbury to a batting cage and a fitness center has been amazing. Getting to hit every day,” Hibbits asserts, “has added an incredible level of consistency to my game.”
Hibbits is particularly appreciative of the strength and conditioning program he did in the fall under the tutelage of Brian Phinney. “One of the best things I’ve gotten out of Salisbury,” claims Hibbits of that experience. “It was a side of training that I hadn’t seen before. I learned new concepts and developed a passion for working out. Mr. Phinney worked us hard, and it wasn’t great while we were doing it, but seeing results in fitness and physique motivated me to develop a rigorous program on my own.”
Hibbits enjoys other sports, particularly golf, and played both football and basketball in his freshman year at Xavier. Football had been his father’s premier sport. “He played quarterback for the University of Maryland,” Hibbits shares, “before a career-ending ACL injury.” Here on the Hilltop, Hibbits enjoyed the rec hoop program this winter, where he starred for a Charlotte Hornets team that was upset by the Celtics in the championships. Hibbits calls his being named to the rec league’s first all-star team “one of my proudest moments at Salisbury.”
This summer, Hibbits will begin his career at Virginia Commonwealth University in Richmond, Virginia. He is one of eight freshmen recruited for baseball who will report July 12 to start training – and classes. “I’ll be taking two courses,” Hibbits notes of a common means – summer classes, that is – to help college athletes fulfill academic requirements while balancing the demands of Division I athletic programs. When the rest of the freshman class arrives in the fall, Hibbits will already have six credits behind him. He plans to pursue business and finance. “I like the community-feel within an urban environment at Virginia Commonwealth,” Hibbits adds. “When they came to me with a scholarship offer, I didn’t hesitate. The coaches seek out guys who want to compete and win for each other, and I like that.”
Liam Hibbits: “A Man for Others” on and off the field.
- Procter Smith
Sitting in the sanctuary on a recent Thursday night, Peter Fousek is in a reflective mood. As a member of the vestry, he will read the story, later in the service, of Christ’s last meeting with his disciples before his arrest, trial, and crucifixion. The somber story contributes to Fousek’s mood, but other elements come into play as well: the spare light from a row of candles on the altar in the otherwise dark chapel but especially a dark band of pink enshrouding the sunset sky over the surrounding hills.
And then there is the fact that Fousek is in his fourth and final spring on the Hilltop. Four springs that have defined his experience at Salisbury – and not always for the better. Not by a long shot. For now, let’s just say it was a long, long way from being described, as a third former stroking the second boat, as “the future of Salisbury rowing” to sitting down, as a sixth former, in the first boat.
Make no mistake: by any measure, Fousek has had a remarkable career at Salisbury. One of the top scholars in the Class of 2017, he has earned High Honors for every trimester of his academic career. Last May, he was one of only three fifth formers honored with early induction to the Cum Laude Society, a distinction reserved for the School’s finest scholars. Next year, he will enter Williams College, one of the most prestigious of the “Little Ivies.”
Fousek describes himself as an “active” member of the church he and his family attend near their home in Rhinecliff, New York. Asked how he interprets the word “active,” Fousek does not hesitate. “’Active’ means more than going to services and talking to people afterward,” he responds. “It means ‘active’ social engagement.”
“Talking the talk” is one thing; Fousek also “walks the walk.” Literally. He has participated in Crop Walks in both Rhinebeck and Sharon (Connecticut). He works at his church’s food pantry. He has collected and distributed clothes in drives for low-income families.
Most notably, Fousek helped found the liaison between the rowing programs at Salisbury School and San Miguel Academy, a middle school for boys from impoverished families in a town that has been described as “the murder capital of New York.” For the past two winters, Fousek has spearheaded a fundraiser to support San Miguel’s program and has helped host visits here for groups of boys from the school.
“For much of my life I’ve lived near Newburgh,” Fousek told the Salisbury community when he gave a chapel talk this winter, “and as such I’ve seen firsthand the condition it’s in. Most of its residents live in abject poverty, with large families crammed into small apartments. Many people there see the drug trade as their only route to success, which has led to the city’s becoming a hub of smuggling and violence. The boys from San Miguel hope for a different kind of future; they hope to attend prep schools away from their hometown and to go on to colleges that will prepare them for good jobs.”
San Miguel is tuition-free. Its funding depends entirely on donations. The ergathon that Fousek helped sponsor raised much-needed funds for the ten-year-old school and its budding crew program, one of four athletic programs that San Miguel offers. (That’s four athletic programs total: soccer in the fall, basketball in the winter, lacrosse and crew in the spring.)
“When the San Miguel students got off the bus and saw Salisbury for the first time,” Fousek continued, “it was truly incredible. To them, this school represents hope. The wonder and admiration in their eyes were palpable. Our campus embodied the opportunities that they and their families were fighting so hard to reach.”
Fousek, it turns out, is more than a mere observer of Newburgh’s mean streets. He has known something of life’s rough-and-tumble first-hand. After his parents divorced when he was four and his sister three, it fell to his mother to support the family, who lived in Brooklyn at the time. The life of a single mother with young children is never easy. Fortunately, her parents were nearby and able to help out.
By his own middle school years, Fousek’s family had moved out to Long Island, eventually following the grandparents to Rhinecliff. By then, Fousek had taken up boxing and mixed martial arts, testing himself against other street fighters until one or the other of them “tapped out,” submitting to his opponent. “Back then,” Fousek chuckles at the recollection now, “we thought that was good, clean fun. I guess I turned out all right despite it.”
Then Fousek grows serious again. “You have to keep going no matter what,” Fousek describes his fighting experiences, “tough it out. You convince yourself you can beat bigger, stronger opponents, and that mentality has helped in the sports I’ve chosen.”
And that brings us back to Fousek’s star-crossed rowing career at Salisbury. Having established himself as a force in his third-form year, expectations were high as Fousek entered his second season on Lake Washinee. Things did not, however, go as projected. After being the first third-former to stroke the second varsity boat, Fousek found himself back in the second boat for the 2015 season. He fought his disappointment and worked even harder.
At the end of the season, Fousek’s resolve seemed about to pay off. With the team preparing for the Royal Henley Regatta in mid-June, two members of the first boat departed for the start of their careers at the U.S. Naval Academy. Fousek found himself in the running for one of the vacated positions. “Seat- racing” would determine the top rower to fill each of the vacancies. When the dust settled, Fousek had earned a seat in the first boat. He would be representing Salisbury in the eights competition at the most prestigious regatta in the world! “I was thrilled,” he says of the experience.
That feeling would be short-lived. Having made their choices and informed the rowers of their decisions, the coaches decided to conduct one more seat-race. You guessed it: Fousek lost his place. “But the other two rowers deserved the spots,” Fousek is quick to assert.
There would be some solace in Fousek’s being named to race in a four at Henley, but fate continued to deal him cruel hands. “I got a terrible case of food poisoning or something in England and missed Henley,” Fousek laments, “although I did get to race in regattas at Reading and Marlow in the run-up to Henley.”
Now flash forward to fifth-form year, spring 2016. Training in Florida during March for the season ahead, Fousek raced, at last, as a member of the first boat. Yet he knew, as did all the candidates for the top boat, that no final decisions would be made before getting back to Salisbury. Still, Fousek felt confident after the demonstrable abilities and steady progress that had marked his third- and fourth-form seasons. He had paid his dues. Had he ever.
So when he was called in, soon after the return to Salisbury, and told he would be returning to the second boat, Fousek was stunned. “There had never been another seat-race after Florida,” Fousek shares, his perplexity still evident a year later. “It was disheartening to be told I was going back to the second boat for a third year. I felt as though I was not getting anywhere and was ready to quit. I had enjoyed playing lacrosse at Duchess Day School and decided to switch out of crew.”
Before he left that meeting, however, Fousek asked crew program head Tote Smith a fateful question: “Why should I stay in crew?”
Although the question was an expression of Fousek’s bitterness, meant as a verbal counter-punch to his demotion, Smith was ready with an answer: “Because you don’t strike me as a quitter.”
Those words struck deep.
The next day, Fousek was back at Curtis Boathouse, ready to take his well-worn seat in the second boat. The first boat would go on to have the greatest season in the annals of Salisbury rowing, winning the New England Championship for the first time and going on to win a National Championship. Meanwhile, Fousek kept at his Sisyphean offices as stroke of the second boat.
Sisyphus, of course, is still at it with his rock, as any third former here at Salisbury would tell you. Fousek, though, finally prevailed this spring. Perhaps symbolic of his emergence from the years of servitude stroking the second boat, he moved from the stern of his former boat to the bow of his new boat, where he mans the #2-seat in front of Nick Seeber. Although the adjustment to a new position has brought new challenges, Fousek is grateful for the change.
“Kevin Warming is the stroke for the first boat,” Fousek says of his talented teammate, the first fourth former to hold that seat. A listener can hear a sense of relief in Fousek’s voice. “He’s the next Charlie Ryan,” Fousek enthuses. “Switching from stroke has enabled me to focus solely on my technique,” he then explains, “which I really haven’t been able to do in the past.”
While Fousek prided himself on his ability to direct the second boat from the stroke’s seat – “I could take the pace up four beats on one stroke!” he says of the heady feeling of driving the other rowers – he is just as happy not to have the distraction, leaving those decisions up to Warming and veteran coxswain Chase Merrill. “It was disorienting at first,” Fousek notes of the switch, “seeing so many rowers in front of me now, but it is good to be able to focus on maximizing power.”
And what is it like to follow in the wake of a boat that has already passed into legend? “There is incredible pressure this year,” Fousek acknowledges, “to live up to what the first varsity boat accomplished last year. I feel it all the more insofar as this will be my only season to show what I have to offer. Rowing in the first boat demands tremendous dedication, especially with last year’s legacy.”
Fousek takes an uninformed fan through a typical day. “At 3:30,” he begins, “there is a run to the lake. Sometimes, we do not get back to campus until 6:30. Then, most nights, we spend 45 minutes in the erg room after study hall. Taking a day off is not an option. We might have lost five guys from last year’s line-up,” Fousek states, his voice steely, “but we’re still Salisbury, still the guys to beat.”
Indeed, through the first month of the season, the first varsity boat remains unbeaten. That record includes a successful defense of their 2016 title at last weekend’s Mercer Sprints. The field for that regatta included sixteen of the top school and club programs from Maryland to Connecticut.
Fousek has one more tale of the 2017 season that he is eager to tell. Apparently, he is not the only rower on the first boat who has a past. “’The Prodigal Son of Salisbury rowing’ returned to the program this spring,” recounts Fousek puckishly, “Sasha Sakharov!”
A prodigy himself as a third- and fourth-former and a fellow member of the Class of 2017, Sakharov, too, seemed destined to play a significant role in the program. Like Fousek, he had a similar experience in the preparations for the Henley Regatta at the end of the 2015 season. Unlike Fousek, however, Sakharov did not overcome his disappointment. He quit the program. Instead of fall rowing, he played thirds soccer. In the spring, his path towards the lake cut off at the gate below the turf field, where he joined thirds lacrosse.
“Other rowers were very disappointed with Sasha’s decision to drop crew,” Fousek recalls. Perhaps empathizing more than those other rowers with what Sakharov had been through, Fousek, who captains this year’s first boat, remained on friendly terms with the Knight errant. That friendship would bear dividends when a need arose unexpectedly not long before the Florida trip.
“A spot in the first varsity boat was vacated,” Fousek continues, “and we needed to fill it. I thought of Sasha.”
Nearly two years away from the sport and alienated from his former teammates, Sakharov seemed an unlikely prospect. Of course, in the interim, he had lengthened physically and looked more than ever like a rower. Well, Sakharov not only warmed to Fousek’s invitation to rejoin the program, he threw himself whole-heartedly into a training regimen that would prepare him for the rigors of the pre-season in Florida, just three weeks away, to say nothing of the high expectations for the season beyond.
Sakharov, who hopes to row next year at the University of St. Andrew’s in Scotland, not only won a seat in the first boat, but he also – and more importantly – won back the hearts of his fellow rowers. They could tell a gamer when they saw one. Fousek knew it all along.
Fousek also wrestled on the Salisbury varsity for four years – but that is a story that will have to wait for another time to tell. The reason he chose to wrestle, though, warrants mention, as he had no experience with the sport prior to his third-form year. You see, Fousek’s grandfather – you remember: back in Brooklyn? – had been a champion wrestler in high school. Was even invited to an Olympic tryout – no mean accomplishment for a teenager from a dirt-poor family in Omaha, Nebraska, in the 1940s, son of a single mother who was half-Native American and half-African American, a teenager who was flunking out of high school at the time. Let all of that sink in for a moment or so.
He never made it to the Olympics, never showed for the try-outs. Soon after receiving the invitation, he took stock of himself one day. Improbably, fantastically, ridiculously, he decided he would go to Harvard Medical School and become a doctor. Now realize, at the time, there were relatively few students at Harvard – much less Harvard Medical School – from west of the Mississippi. And those who had somehow found their way to Cambridge, Massachusetts, were definitely not high-school drop-outs.
When Fousek’s grandfather returned to his high school the next day, he was a man-on-a-mission, unrecognizable from the day before. He would end up graduating as valedictorian of his high school class. Next stop: University of the Redlands, where he would complete his pre-med program four years later Phi Beta Kappa. Welcome to Harvard, Mr. Crum.
“When my grandfather sets his mind to do something,” Fousek comments, “he does it. That’s one of the ways I have attempted to model my own mindset.”
As he sits there in the sanctuary for that recent evening service, Fousek thinks, too, of his grandfather, still going strong at age 86, thinks of something his grandfather would tell him when he was growing up. “Nobody ever accomplished anything without help,” he would tell his grandson, noting the words in the Lord’s Prayer, “’Thy will be done.’ We may not always understand the reasons why, but whatever the outcome, it is in the Lord’s hands. We can only strive to understand and carry out His will.”
As Fousek contemplates Christ’s arrest on that fateful Thursday night, two millennia ago, those words – “Thy will be done” – come back to mind. The meaning of those words has never seemed more powerful.
- Procter Smith
Talk about your unlikely heroes, this one is right up there. But more about that later.
Pete Schellbach, Class of 2020. First third former to appear in this series profiling Salisbury’s most accomplished student-athletes. But what Schellbach achieved at the recent Western New England Wrestling Championships, capturing gold in the 115-pound weight class, earned him that unique distinction.
Had Schellbach done no more than to place first in his division, it is very likely that you would still be reading about him here. His accomplishment would still have marked him as exceptional. After all, Schellbach’s was the only gold Salisbury won in the event. In fact, the closest any other Salisbury wrestler came were a pair of 4th-place finishes. Absolutely, it was Schellbach’s day.
But as most readers on the Hilltop already know, there is more to the story. Start with the fact that Salisbury hosted this winter’s championship, and Schellbach was, thus, performing in front of a home crowd, where whatever he accomplished – or failed to accomplish – would be magnified many-fold. “I did not want to be pinned,” Schellbach asserts, “especially in front of all our fans.”
And that crowd was fired up when their man made his way through the draw and into the finals. There, Schellbach fell behind early on points against his counterpart from Trinity-Pawling and found himself on the defensive through the first two rounds, focusing much of his energy simply on avoiding a pin. By the third and final round, Schellbach’s opponent was in control, comfortably ahead on points.
All the while, though, Schellbach stayed alert for an opening. “My one chance was to get ahold of his legs,” Schellbach explains, “but in the clinches, he made sure to keep them out of reach.”
Suddenly, halfway through the final round, that opening appeared. Grabbing his taller opponent’s legs, Schellbach flipped him onto the mat. Moments later, the referee slapped the mat. Schellbach had come all the way back to pin his foe, who succumbed to Schellbach’s signature move, “the cradle,” the same move that Schellbach had used to the same effect in every other win this season. “I learned a lot of new moves this season,” Schellbach adds, almost apologetically, “but that’s my go-to.”
So where did that go-to come from? And given Schellbach’s season-long success – he had lost only three times prior to the Western New Englands, always on points, never by a pin – what was so unlikely about his championship performance?
On the first question: Schellbach learned to wrestle and first mastered “the cradle” in his gym class at Buckley School on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. “Starting in fourth grade,” recalls Schellbach, “every winter we would alternate from a week of wrestling to a week of gymnastics to a week of basketball and then go through the same rotation again. So every third week, we had wrestling instruction.”
When Schellbach became eligible in seventh grade to compete on Buckley’s wrestling team, he jumped at the chance to join…the strength and conditioning program. “I wanted to build myself up for lacrosse,” Schellbach states matter-of-factly. Unfortunately or – depending on how you look at it – fortunately,
Schellbach saw no significant gains for all his work in strength and conditioning, so, as an eighth grader, looking for another way to build himself up physically, he joined…Buckley’s wrestling team.
On the second question: Schellbach never intended to wrestle this winter. “I showed up for wrestling at the end of the fall trimester,” says Schellbach, “and tried to quit, but Mr. Bunce asked me to stick with it. When I came back after Thanksgiving, though, I switched to thirds hockey.” Schellbach had played on Buckley teams at Chelsea Piers in Lower Manhattan from grades one through five.
“Then my hockey equipment didn’t show up in the mail,” Schellbach continues the narrative of the winding road through various winter sport stop-offs, “so after several days of not being able to get out on the ice, I switched to thirds basketball.” Wrestling was simply not a consideration.
Even after Coach Bunce re-entered the picture and coaxed Schellbach back into the wrestling room, the reluctant third-former questioned the decision. “Having to make weight,” he sighs, “is not easy. You have to limit your food intake. If I wanted to enjoy a favorite meal in the dining hall, that meant I would have to sweat off calories on the stationary bike for a half-hour afterward,” Schellbach complains. “I couldn’t even enjoy the Red-Hot Chef nights! And then,” observes Schellbach, “the time commitment is massive – practice from 2:45 to 5:00 every day.”
Hardly the back-story one might expect in the run-up to a championship performance.
But make no mistake: Schellbach is a competitor. Most telling are his remarks about the Western New Englands: “At no point in the tournament,” he asserts with unexpected, but not surprising, resolve, “was I willing to accept second place.” Even when you were underneath the T-P wrestler, struggling to avoid the pin? “Even then,” Schellbach responds without hesitation. “I had seen the champion’s cup; it was much better than the medal for the runner-up.”
It turns out Schellbach had another adversary to contend with before he took the mat for the championship match: a bad case of nerves over the hour-and-a-half wait between the semi-final and the final. How did he cope? “[Rapper] J. Cole,” Schellbach reveals. “I put my favorite songs from ‘2014 Forest Hills Drive’ on replay for almost the entire time.” And when he popped the ear-buds out for a few minutes, teammates were at the ready with encouragement and reassurance. “They helped me out, too,” acknowledges Schellbach.
When the match was over, Schellbach was cascaded with cheers from fans encircling the Flood Center stands and galleries, rising to a crescendo as Coach Bunce lifted his gold medalist up over his head – a living trophy! Schellbach received the hero’s treatment all over again several days later, when film-making instructor and Media Lab Manager Ian Johnson screened the championship match for the school community. When Schellbach once again seized victory from the jaws of defeat, the assembled leapt to their feet, exploding with applause and cheers. Keen-eyed observers could spot the lone, small figure squirming in his seat, six rows up on the side of the center bleachers.
And what about Schellbach’s original intent when he joined the wrestling team back in eighth grade – you know, to get in better shape for lacrosse? “That’s still my main sport,” Schellbach declares, “and, yes, wrestling did improve my physical conditioning and,” he adds, “my time management.” Still, he waits impatiently for a growth spurt, noting, with a bit of consternation, the injustice of genetics. “My twin brother,” Schellbach reveals bemusedly, “is 6’2” and about 160 pounds.”
In at least one other way, though, wrestling has enhanced Schellbach’s readiness for the spring season ahead: “The moves and reactions on the wrestling mat,” Schellbach, an attacker, points out, “remind me a lot of situations on the lacrosse field, where you’re isolated with the ball one-on-one against an opponent, each looking to out-maneuver and out-think the other.”
Our first third-form Student-Athlete of the Week also stands out in the classroom, where he made a smooth transition from Buckley’s renowned rigors to the challenges of adjusting to the first trimester of boarding school. Schellbach earned Honors recognition for the fall and has continued to excel in the classroom this winter. In addition, as he becomes comfortable in balancing his various responsibilities, he hopes to continue to find opportunities for public service. Last summer, he joined a community outreach program through his church in New York City, distributing food to the needy. “I learned to appreciate what I have,” Schellbach says simply of the experience.
And the Big Question: What about next winter? Hockey? Basketball? Wrestling?
There is a slight pause before Schellbach responds. “Wrestling,” he finally declares. “Yeah, I’ll probably keep wrestling.”
One anxious interviewer breathes a sigh of relief. And the Hilltop itself collectively exhales.
Click here to view the match.
- Procter Smith
Baseball is the sport that brought post-graduate Cooper Cheetham ’17 from the Pacific Northwest to the foothills of the Taconic range. Skiing, though, is what has given him a major role on the winter sports stage here at Salisbury. As the Knights’ top finisher in Berkshire Ski League competition the past two weeks, Cheetham has helped Salisbury to 2nd-place finishes at both events and helped keep his team in the mix at the top of the standings.
Not bad for someone who didn’t ski competitively until ninth grade and who discontinued competitive skiing to focus on baseball in tenth grade. “I had enjoyed skiing since I was three years old,” the affable Cheetham recounts, “but it was always just for fun. I learned to ski in Whistler, British Columbia, where my family vacationed.”
Although born in Portland, Oregon, where his father worked for Intel Corporation, Cheetham and his family moved to Fort Worth, Texas, when he was quite young. By the time the Cheethams moved back to the Portland area, they had become regular visitors to Whistler (also known as Whistler Blackcomb). One of the largest and busiest ski areas in North America, Whistler was the site for the skiing competition at the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympic Games. Cheetham attended those Games. “It was amazing to see the best skiers in the world skiing the same slopes where I had learned to ski,” says Cheetham of the experience. “Getting to see [two-time Olympic gold medalist and five-time World Champion] Ted Ligety was especially exciting, though maybe not as cool as meeting Bode Miller at Mount Hood.”
After the Cheetham family returned to Oregon, Mount Hood Skibowl became their primary skiing destination. “It’s only 45 minutes from our home,” Cheetham explains. “The team from Lake Oswego High School, where I graduated last year, trains and competes at Mount Hood. There were other teams there, too, when I was growing up, but I wasn’t interested. In eighth grade, one of the Lake Oswego coaches spotted me and said I should try out for the team when I got to high school so I did.”
Indeed he did. By the end of that rookie season, as a freshman, Cheetham had moved up to the number two spot on the Lake Oswego team and had finished in the top twenty-five in Oregon. While he enjoyed playing baseball as a sophomore, he missed competitive skiing that year. His teammates welcomed him back to the slopes for his junior year by electing Cheetham captain, a position he would hold again the following year as a senior. Both years, he was the top skier on the team. In 11th grade, he finished in the top fifteen at the state championships. In 12th grade, he finished 5th in the giant slalom for the State of Oregon and 7th overall. And both years, Lake Oswego won the ski league title.
Cheetham’s baseball career has been no less distinguished. Primarily a third baseman and #2 hitter, Cheetham started playing baseball in second grade and was a three-year member of the varsity team at Lake Oswego, moving up from j.v. during his tenth-grade year. A perennial all-star, he competed for high-school teams that went to the post-season all three of those years. In his senior year, Lake Oswego won the league title, and Cheetham earned a spot on the league’s second all-star team. “It was one of the best baseball teams the school has ever had,” notes Cheetham, who wears #4 in tribute to Boston Bruins hockey legend Bobby Orr.
At his graduation last June, Cheetham received the Don Kieling Sportsmanship Award, given to the student-athlete who best demonstrates the qualities of sportsmanship on and off the field. Cheetham’s greatest honor, arguably, came when the Oregon Independent Baseball Association recognized him last spring as the sole recipient of the Jake Arnston Scholarship Award. Not surprisingly, Cheetham’s coaches appointed him as Lake Oswego’s representative to the district’s Student-Athlete Advisory Council.
The civic-minded Cheetham has stayed busy on a number of fronts throughout his high school career. At Lake Oswego, he headed the “Laker Crew,” an organization comparable to Salisbury’s Peer Leaders Program. The Laker Crew coordinates orientation and provides year-long support for Lake Oswego’s 300 entering freshmen. Cheetham also served as director for “Associates of the Student Body,” a committee charged with planning twice-monthly assemblies to build unity in Lake Oswego’s enrollment of 1,300 students.
An avid golfer, Cheetham has been actively involved in his club’s “Caddies-4-Cure” initiative, helping raise funds to provide meals for children from low-income families. At last year’s major fundraising event, Cheetham caddied for former St. Louis Cardinal star Ozzie Smith. “It was very cool to spend the day with a Hall-of-Famer,” he says of the experience with “The Wizard of Oz,” as Smith was known in the baseball world for his fielding wizardry.
One other experience on the golf course, though, surpasses even that encounter. “I was a sign bearer,” Cheetham describes excitedly, “alerting galleries when quiet is necessary, at the last official tournament Arnold Palmer played – a two-day event in Portland. It was a surreal experience, watching such a legendary figure play and actually seeing him mix lemonade and iced tea! The golf ball he signed for me is one of my most prized possessions.”
It is probably not really fair to say that “baseball brought Cheetham to Salisbury.” While his prowess as a two-sport varsity athlete has certainly helped him make a name for himself here on the Hilltop, he does not expect to pursue either baseball or skiing in college. By the same token, unlike almost any other athlete profiled in this series, Cheetham’s athletic credentials will not play a significant role in the college admissions process. He explains: “Two years ago, in 11th grade, I decided to apply to the U.S. Naval Academy. Going to the Academy had been a life-long dream. I applied and was turned down. I wanted to try again, and my parents agreed that a p.g. year at a prep school would provide an opportunity to mature and re-apply.”
Cheetham’s “blue-gold advisor,” a regional representative for the Naval Academy and a graduate himself, felt the same way and supported the idea. Furthermore, a p.g. year, that advisor pointed out, would give Cheetham a chance to add physics and calculus to his academic resume – two courses whose absence from his transcript had softened his application the first time around. Certainly, there is little to criticize otherwise in a transcript that brought Cheetham election to Lake Oswego’s chapter of the National Honor Society, the public school world’s equivalent to the Cum Laude Society in private schools such as Salisbury.
Whether he fulfills his dream of attending the Academy or not – and Cheetham has applied to a number of other colleges, as well – he has a clear idea of what he wants to study. “International relations, government policy, political science, languages, cyber-security, linguistics,” he lists. “After college, I hope to work for the CIA, FBI, Department of Defense, or Homeland Security.” Not surprisingly, given such intentions, Georgetown, George Washington, and American – all located in the area of Washington, D.C. – head his shortlist of colleges after Annapolis.
Both of Cheetham’s parents originally hailed from the Boston area and moved to Oregon only after they married. His father graduated from Noble and Greenough School in Dedham, MA, best known in the Salisbury community for two reasons: (1) it is the site of the annual Christmas hockey tournament in which the Knights compete and (2) it is the school where Salisbury’s sixth headmaster and Mr. Chandler’s predecessor, Richard T. Flood, served as Dean of Students before coming to the Hilltop.
“My dad was a big fan of Mr. Flood at Nobles,” Cheetham explains, “and contacted him when we decided I would do a p.g. year. It was Mr. Flood who recommended Salisbury.” Cheetham also applied to Deerfield, where his younger sister studies, but Salisbury was always his top choice. “I am grateful to Mr. Flood every day for directing me here,” Cheetham states unabashedly.
Asked for some final thoughts about what it takes to make the most of a post-graduate year, Cheetham responds without hesitation. “For me,” he states, “it’s about taking advantage of every opportunity: the opportunity to excel in the classroom, on the slopes, and on the field; the opportunity to get bigger, stronger, faster; the opportunity to form special relationships. Salisbury is a place where a p.g. can thrive, if he has the right attitude, and solidify his readiness for college.”
On all counts, Cooper Cheetham embodies the attitude and attributes whereof he speaks.
- Procter Smith
You see the name in the varsity hockey program, and it makes sense: Jacques Bouquot. Another import from the northland, you conclude. Straight out of Quebec, right?
Well, actually, wrong. Jacques Bouquot has never lived in Canada. He was born in Columbus, Ohio, moved to Connecticut at a young age, and has lived most of his life across the Nutmeg State in South Windsor. But Bouquot understands. “I get that all the time,” the affable fifth former relates with a smile. “People tell me, ‘You have a French name, you play hockey, how could you not be from Canada?’”
Add to that a style of play characterized by speed, finesse, and grit, and any hockey fan would be forgiven for thinking of such seeming precursors as Yvan Cournoyer, Maurice and Henri Richard, Jean Beliveau, Guy LaFleur, or Edouard Lalonde – fleet French-Canadian forwards all. Nope. Any resemblance stops at the border.
Sure, go back far enough, and you’ll find Bouquots who did make their way from the Provinces to the States. But go back far enough, and you’ll also find roots in the family tree that stretch to 19th-century Africa, hardly a hockey hotbed. “My great-great-grandmother,” Bouquot shares, “was one of the last slaves to be brought to America [prior to the abolition of slavery].”
But for his father’s love of the game, Bouquot’s hockey career nearly wasn’t. Mr. Bouquot starred in cross-country and track as a high school athlete in Dayton, Ohio, and then at Ohio State, one of the most storied college track programs in the United States. Although he established his athletic credentials on surfaces other than ice, the senior Bouquot loved hockey and couldn’t wait to introduce his son to the sport
“I was four the first time I stepped on the ice,” Bouquot recalls. “I hated it. I didn’t want to go back. My father made sure that I showed up for the second practice, and I had a great time. Hockey has been my favorite sport ever since.” Bouquot had such a great time, in fact, that he discarded his favorite blankie and started taking his hockey stick to bed with him. “Yup, true story,” affirms Bouquot, who serves as one of Salisbury’s captains this season. “Other kids had their stuffed animals on the pillow; I had my stick.”
Bouquot has played other sports, notably soccer and football. “I played a lot of soccer growing up,” Bouquot reports. “When I was nine, I switched to football, which I played through my freshman year of high school – running back, then wide receiver and free safety. I miss it. After hockey, it’s my second favorite sport. And every kid of course plays Little League baseball. I played that, too. Mostly catcher.”
Bouquot’s football coaches contributed significantly to his development not only as an athlete but also as a person, reinforcing the values Bouquot grew up hearing in his home. With an increasing focus on hockey, though, juggling other athletic interests became increasingly difficult. Bouquot’s father understands better than most the value of specializing in one sport. After all, in his professional life, he has worked in two of the most prominent state colleges in the country, specializing in student-athletes and supporting their academic matriculation, first at Ohio State University, where he oversaw athletes’ academic progress, and then at the University of Connecticut, where he currently serves in the Registrar’s Office, supporting student-athletes’ transition to the college classroom.
“My dad has shared lots of stories about student-athletes,” Bouquot recounts, “and given me many tips about positioning myself for college: handling myself ‘the right way,’ treating people kindly and respectfully, working hard on the ice and in the classroom, staying humble, always doing the right thing, being grateful.”
Such traditional virtues have served Bouquot well at Salisbury. Indeed, those virtues drew him to the Hilltop. “Salisbury was the first prep school I visited,” Bouquot says of the search process that began in 2014, “and it remained my favorite throughout the process. There is an amazing tradition here. Interviewing with Mr. Will, Mr. Corkery, and Mr. Phinney felt like being at home. They emphasized the same kinds of things my father and so many of my coaches always talked about, like understanding the importance of keeping a balance between athletics and academics.”
Through four trimesters at Salisbury, since entering as a fourth former in 2015, Bouquot has demonstrated a keen appreciation for maintaining that balance. Last year, he took regular shifts on the third line for a team that finished with a sterling 20-5-1 record and made a quarterfinal appearance in the New England Division One Tournament; this year, he has moved up to the second line for a team that stands 14-5-1 while perched atop the Housatonic League standings. Meanwhile, in the classroom, Bouquot has achieved the Honors List for all four trimesters.
“I had always attended co-ed schools,” Bouquot picks up the story of his school search, which included Westminster and The Gunnery, both co-ed, “but that was not really a factor in my decision. I wanted a place where I would fit in and have a chance to grow. The brotherhood is special here,” he continues with unabashed affection for the Salisbury community. “This is a place where I can be who I really am.”
Recently, head coach Andrew Will chose Bouquot and fellow captain Nick Hale to represent Salisbury in an interview with New England Hockey Journal, testimony to the respect both young men have earned in the Knight hockey program. “What I liked most about that interview,” enthuses Bouquot, “was the opportunity to express gratitude to Coach Will and his staff for my growth as a player, student, and person here at Salisbury and to tell prep hockey fans about our team and what my teammates mean to me.”
Playing varsity hockey for Salisbury places great demands on team members, Bouquot realizes, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. “There is a responsibility here,” Bouquot asserts, “to uphold the tradition of the program: doing the right things around campus, getting work done every night in preparation for the next day, staying focused every day in class, contributing to the community.”
A few times each week during free periods, Bouquot can be seen touring families for admissions as a member of the Key Society. “Mr. Phinney assigned me hockey families at first,” Bouquot says in his heart-felt manner, “but the families are more broad-based now. I appreciate having a way to express my love for Salisbury, tell other people about the school, and get them to come here. I don’t have to make anything up at all,” he adds, without a trace of guile.
Over the course of conversation for this profile, the gracious Bouquot lauds the contributions of player after player on the team. His highest praise, though, is reserved for a four-year varsity player who graduated last year: Anthony Vincent ’16. “‘Vinnie’ is the symbol of Salisbury hockey,” Bouquot asserts with admiration bordering on awe. “He’s what the hockey program aspires to turn boys in the program into.”
Bouquot knows whereof he speaks. Vincent maintained High Honors standing throughout his four years on the Hilltop, earning election to the prestigious Cum Laude Society in his sixth-form year. He matched that level of intensity and achievement on the ice, where he helped Salisbury win an unprecedented three consecutive New England Division One Hockey Championships.
Last April, Bouquot committed to Boston College, a school duly noted for its rigorous Jesuit academic tradition as well as for a legendary hockey program that has won five National Championships. Heading the Eagles’ program is Jerry York, the winningest coach in the annals of Division One college hockey. “I was extremely fortunate to be recruited by them,” Bouquot shares. “I heard so much about the BC program and [the] Hockey East [conference] growing up, it was just surreal when they started recruiting me. Coach York is one of the most amazing men I have ever met. Going around campus with him, he would hold doors for others and greet all kinds of people by name: students, other adults, people working on the grounds.
“All you want as a kid,” Bouquot continues, “is to grow up and play Division One college hockey. All the long drives, all the hard work, all the costs, the sacrifices my family made for me – now I can pay them back in some sorts.”
But inevitably, Bouquot circles back to the subject of Salisbury and offers some final words. “I am grateful for the connections I’ve made with twenty-two other guys in the locker room,” he shares in the same remarkably open manner in which he expressed himself throughout the interview, “who love me, and I love them, as well as another 350 students and teachers outside the locker room. That’s pretty special and a pretty special place to be.”
Tough? You want tough? Sure. No problem. The life athletic is full of stories of toughness, and Salisbury’s athletic program has had plenty.
Add Mason Evarts’s story to the list.
When Evarts sat down for this article, he was four games into the varsity basketball season. Usually the first player off the bench last year, he was the classic “sixth man,” giving the Knights a jolt with his defensive tenacity and his lethal three-point shooting. He began the 2016-17 campaign as one of the starting five. Although his long-range accuracy was down, he made up for it on the offensive end by developing his repertoire of drives to the basket and dish-offs in the paint. And so the early season continued through three more games at the BasketBull Hoop Fest in Springfield, MA, a three-day showcase at the start of Christmas vacation.
Turns out Evarts was playing with a broken hand. Had started the season with a broken hand and played seven games broken-handed – his shooting hand, by the way. He had broken the hand back in early November, toward the end of the varsity soccer season. Evarts played a key role on this fall’s team after receiving the MVP Award for the j.v. soccer team as a fifth former. This year, by mid-season he had worked his way into the starting line-up as the Knights rang up their highest win-total of the past four years.
“Yeah, it was hurting,” Evarts, a native of Austin, Texas, would say upon returning from Christmas vacation with his hand in a cast, “especially when I tried to tee up from the [three-point] arc.” Didn’t you have it x-rayed? he is asked. “I didn’t think it was broken,” Evarts responds, matter-of-factly, “so there was no reason for x-rays.”
Evarts will be missed. No one knows that better than varsity basketball coach Harlan Dodson. “Mason is tough as nails,” the second-year coach describes the player who had been responsible for keeping opponents’ best outside shooters at bay, “and is not intimidated by anyone that we’ve played against, matching up in his time at Salisbury against nationally ranked players as well as many opponents who are five to six inches taller than he is. He’s a tremendous competitor who leads by example with his dedicated work ethic and dogged determination. He’s everything you could want as a coach.”
While healing and rehabbing will shut Evarts down for the rest of the basketball season, he should be ready for the varsity lacrosse trip in Florida, marking the start of his third season on a varsity roster. The versatile Evarts is one of the last such: the three-sport varsity athlete. Only five other members of the Class of 2017 are members of what has become an increasingly exclusive club over the years. And small wonder: with college admission as well as financial aid often riding on an athlete’s prowess in a particular sport, it pays to specialize nowadays.
Lacrosse, in fact, is Evarts’ main sport. He is part of the first generation of lax players emerging from Texas, a state far better known for its high-profile football programs. Evarts dutifully performed the Texas rite of passage, playing six years of youth football before deciding to focus on other sports. “It’s been pretty much in my lifetime,” Evarts affirms, “that lacrosse has spread to Texas.”
Indeed, Evarts’ family has played a small role in the sport’s growth in the Lone Star State: his mother helped start the first women’s lacrosse program in Austin. In turn, both of Evarts’ older sisters (he also has a younger sister) play Division I lax (at the University of Michigan and William and Mary). While neither of Evarts’ parents played the game growing up, both have impressive athletic resumes. His mother was a four-year member of the Dartmouth College women’s tennis team. Her mother, Evarts’ grandmother, had been a top-ranked tennis player in Texas during the 1940s. And his father played football and wrestled at Amherst College.
Evarts himself was introduced to lacrosse in gym class as a third-grader. By the sixth grade, he had decided to concentrate on the game. By ninth grade, looking for a higher level of lacrosse than he could find in Texas, he had joined the New England Storm, where one of his teammates was Zach Chandler. He even trained with the Storm here at Salisbury in the summer of 2013, a full two years before enrolling as a student on the Hilltop. While a member of the Storm, Evarts played in four tournaments between mid-June and mid-July.
Other summers, he honed his skills at programs in Maryland, Massachusetts, and Pennsylvania. His family supported him every step of the way, joining him in the Northeast to drive from camp to camp and from tournament to tournament. When he wasn’t playing lacrosse, Evarts and his mother would stay with relatives in Pennsylvania, waiting for the next camp or tournament to start.
During the school year in Texas, Evarts eventually earned a spot on the Iron Horse team, one of the top programs in the state. Iron Horse is based in Dallas. Dallas is a three-and-a-half-hour drive from Austin. Each way. During the week, Evarts played on his school team. Friday afternoons, April into early July, he and his father climbed in the car and headed to “The Big D,” where they would stay the weekend so that Evarts could join Iron Horse for Saturday and Sunday practices, games, or tournaments.
“Many of the tournaments Iron Horse played in after the school year ended,” Evarts points out, “were in New England. While that gave us an opportunity to face the top players in our age group [based on birth year, as in so many youth sports], there was a downside. I missed ‘normal’ summers – hanging out with my friends in Austin, checking out the Austin City Limits Music Festival, going to Lake Travis and Lake Austin. As much as I love the game of lacrosse,” he asserts, “I’ve had mixed feelings about what I missed out on. But if you want to get seen by lacrosse coaches,” he sighs resignedly, “it means getting out of Austin.”
That’s not all, travel-wise. Evarts also played two summers – after 8th grade and again after 10th – for the West Coast Stars. Yes, “West Coast” as in “Los Angeles.” Tryouts for the Stars required Evarts’s trekking to L.A. in December, making the team, and then rejoining his teammates in June for a big, national – international, counting a team from Canada – tournament. In Philadelphia. But of course.
And, by the way, during grades 5, 6, and 7 – incredibly, almost inconceivably – Evarts was also playing basketball for the Austin Wildcats, who played tournaments as far away as Wichita, Kansas, where Evarts participated in a 64-team event. From there, for grades 8, 9, and 10, he moved up to the Austin Rain, whose basketball travels took the team not only to Kansas but also to locations as bifurcated as Brooklyn and Las Vegas.
“There were 64 teams in our age group in Las Vegas,” Evarts recounts, “and there was another basketball tournament going on at the same time in another age group with another 64 teams. It was crazy!” And what did Evarts think of “Sin City”? “It was great the first couple of days we were there,” he says, “but it got old quickly.”
As remarkable as have been the sacrifices Evarts’s mother and father have made, year after year, to nurture his lacrosse (and basketball) talent as well as his sisters’, more and more parents of elite athletes are doing much the same thing and have been doing so for at least two decades. Seeing the U.S.A. from sideline to sideline, coast to coast.
Not that his athletic talent is the only ticket Evarts holds in his college quest. Since arriving on the Hilltop in the fall of 2015, he has achieved Honors or High Honors in all four of his trimesters at Salisbury. This past fall, he earned High Honors with a course load that includes AP English Literature, AP Calculus, and AP Biology.
With that kind of academic pedigree, elite Division III schools were bound to take notice. Among other schools, Evarts found himself pursued by long-time rivals Haverford and Swarthmore. Evarts’s appearances in a series of regional events proved key to that attention. Coaches from the two Philadelphia-area schools saw Evarts perform at a lacrosse showcase in Delaware. (The Delaware event was one of five showcases around the Northeast at which Evarts had the opportunity to perform in front of college coaches.) Phone calls soon followed. Evarts will attend Swarthmore in the fall. At Swarthmore, he will likely major in engineering or economics. He will bring a strong interest and base in math to both areas.
An injury toward the end of last spring’s lax season at Salisbury sidelined Evarts for most of the summer. The silver lining was that he finally had a chance to spend time in Austin during the summer months. In addition, for the first time, he held down summer jobs. He worked with five-, six-, and seven-year-olds as a counselor in a day camp. “We gardened, we played different sports, we made music,” Evarts reports. He also worked at a lacrosse camp in Austin, “Discover Your Game,” geared to third through tenth graders. “Stressful,” Evarts says of the experience. “It gave me new respect for my coaches and teachers, especially those when I was younger.”
At St. Stephen’s, the school in Austin that he attended before enrolling at Salisbury, Evarts was involved in the community service program. “With the other guys on the basketball team,” he shares, “I worked with kids in the Special Olympics. It was a lot of fun and definitely gave me a different perspective on life and on kids with special needs. It made me appreciate more keenly the physical, emotional, and intellectual gifts that I have.”
In parting, Evarts shares two favorite memories. “My sophomore year at St. Stephen’s,” he warms to the first subject, “I was the sixth man for the basketball team that won the league championship. When one of the starting guards was disqualified for two games, I took his spot and then ended up starting in the championship game. That was a very special team, unlike any other I have been part of. One of my teammates,” Evarts adds, “was 6’10”, which is pretty dang tall. [Ed. Note: Yes, Evarts really did say “dang.”] He is now a 6’11” freshman and a starter on the basketball team at the University of Texas, leading the team in rebounds, second in scoring.”
The second memory: “While I was at St. Stephen’s,” Evarts reveals, “I was a member of the drum-line.” The drum-line? “Yeah. Snare drums, bass drums, and four-tom sets.” Four-tom sets? “Yeah. Small tom-toms,” he explains, “clamped together and strung over your neck. I played in all three sections and developed a lot of technique, switching among the different types of drum. We performed at games or concerts every other week and put on a big show in the spring to finish the school year.”
Mason Evarts: athlete – scholar – drum-liner. Sure didn’t see that one coming. Tom-toms, anyone?
- Procter Smith
“The three most important selling points for a house,” so goes common wisdom in the real estate business, “are location, location, and location.” If only location were as important in hockey goal-tending. The agile Jonah Capriotti, who covers the crease with the tenacity of McGruff the Crime Dog patrolling property lines, might get more of the attention and respect he deserves. After all, last season he led all netminders in the Housatonic League – one of the toughest high school conferences in the country – in the composite of goals-against average (a scant 1.33 goals allowed per game) and save percentage (.937). His 28-save shutout of Taft last Wednesday in Salisbury’s season opener suggests that Capriotti intends to pick up right where he left off last season.
But despite his evident talents, Capriotti, a native of Mount Hope, Ontario, has struggled to grab the attention of Ontario Hockey League scouts. In their eyes, he lacks the three key traits for a hockey goalie: height, height, and height.
While the 5’11” Capriotti clearly stands tall among his peers minding nets around New England, scouts, he says, “are looking for guys 6’2” and up.”
6’4”, 6’5”?? “So much the better.”
6’8”??? “Better still,” Capriotti remarks, a trace sardonically.
What is a goalie on the edge of scouts’ vertical range of vision to do?
As a sixteen-year-old, not drafted until the 15th round by the OHL’s Kitchner Rangers, Capriotti already had the answer: head to the United States and play prep-school hockey. The only remaining question was where.
"The level of hockey," Capriotti says of the American prep school game, “is as good as under-20 leagues anywhere, and they’re not obsessed with a goalie’s height. The three qualities that interest prep coaches,” Capriotti continues, “and college coaches as well, are skills, character, and academics.”
Regarding the academic component, Capriotti has demonstrated his considerable abilities during his two years on the Hilltop by achieving the Honors List in all three trimesters of his fifth-form year and by starting his sixth-form year by achieving High Honors for the fall trimester. No surprise, then, to learn that schools such as Yale (the 2013 NCAA National Champions), Cornell, Brown, and Holy Cross have all shown interest.
“All four schools,” Capriotti points out, “need freshman goalies for their entering classes in either 2018 or 2019, which fits perfectly with my plans to play junior hockey in the British Columbia Hockey League for one or two years before I start college.” The BCHL is Canada’s pre-eminent junior league, on a par with the USHL, where many of Salisbury’s top players have competed before going on to college and collegiate hockey careers.
Ironically, the amiable and down-to-earth Capriotti never set out to become a goalie. At age two, he learned to skate. By age four, he had started playing competitive hockey as a defenseman. When he registered as a seven-year-old, however, having capably and happily manned the blue line for three seasons, the coaches told him the team needed a goalie, and he was that guy.
Capriotti scarcely knew a catching glove from a blocker, but he was willing to take a shot. Mrs. Capriotti, though, had other thoughts.
“My mom objected strenuously,” Capriotti recalls, smiling about the unexpected turn of events that landed him between the pipes. “It took her half the season to buy in. She saw that I was having fun and developing skills. She also liked hearing other people at the rink talking about ‘the new kid in the goal’ and how well he was doing. My dad was nervous at first but got over it right away.”
A sidebar here: Capriotti has quite an athletic pedigree. His father quarterbacked his college team (Canadian-rules football), while his mother was a talented soccer player in high school. In addition, both parents play, currently, in a baseball league comprised of thirteen car dealerships. Mr. Capriotti plays on the left side of the infield; Mrs. is the team’s catcher. That’s right – catcher. Hardball. Think about it. If there is any position in sports more merciless than that of a hockey goalie, it’s the catcher in baseball. And by the way, Mom also played in a touch football league until Capriotti and his younger brother – the kicker-punter for his high school football team – came into the picture.
Not only that, but Capriotti’s grandfather played ten seasons for the Toronto Argonauts in the Canadian Football League. “And my great-grandfather,” Capriotti effuses, “who lived to the age of 99 and was one of the biggest influences in my life growing up, played twelve seasons as a right wing for the New York Rovers, the Rangers’ minor-league affiliate.”
For good measure, Capriotti’s aunt and uncle both hold double black-belts. His aunt was on the national judo team and represented Canada in two Summer Olympics. His uncle was drafted by the Detroit Red Wings but dropped hockey to pursue judo after meeting his future wife.
“I have a good line of genetics,” Capriotti deadpans.
His first season in goal (age eight, 2006-07 season), Cpriotti made 32 starts in his team’s 65-game season, improving game by game. His team, the Hamilton Bulldogs, made the playoffs but were eliminated in the opening round.
When a new Bulldogs coach arrived the following season with his girlfriend’s goalie-son in tow, Capriotti found himself the odd man out. In order to continue his goal-tending career, the now nine-year-old would have to find a new team in a far-less-convenient location: The Toronto Jr. Canadians were almost an hour’s drive away. As the Jr. Canadians were in a different league, Capriotti only saw his old team at tournaments. “We always crushed them,” he assures a listener.
During Capriotti’s two-year stint with the team, the Jr. Canadians advanced twice to the Greater Toronto H.L.’s championship game, falling both years to the Toronto Marlboros. In 2010, the Hamilton coach left, the goalie-son vacated his position soon after, and Capriotti rejoined the Bulldogs. For the next three seasons, the team would win the league championship, culminating in 2012 with winning the Ontario Hockey League Cup, the pinnacle of achievement for a U-15 team.
Along the way, Capriotti was attending hockey camps and goalie clinics, where he encountered Thomas Walsh, Salisbury Class of 2012. “Tom was a defenseman,” recounts Capriotti, “but he worked with goalies, and I got to know him, on and off the ice.”
A former varsity player, Walsh shared his experiences on the Hilltop and in Rudd Rink with Capriotti, giving Salisbury an inside track when Capriotti began to explore prep school options. Discovering that NHL goalie Jonathan Quick had prepped at Avon brought one of the Knights’ biggest rivals into the picture. Capriotti would also be courted by Milton, Exeter, Hotchkiss, and Trinity-Pawling. Walsh’s endorsement, the strength of the Salisbury hockey and academic programs, and the opportunity to play under National Coach of the Year Andrew Will ultimately tilted the ice in Salisbury’s favor.
For the past four years, Capriotti himself has helped run hockey camps and worked in summer camps with young children. The experience has been so rewarding that he has set his sights on pursuing a medical degree to become a pediatrician. “I love working with children,” he reflects, “and have always been good around children.”
Back in Ontario, since eighth grade, Capriotti has also volunteered in the Good Shepard soup kitchen program. He has continued to help out in the soup kitchen initiative here at Salisbury. These experiences have further sharpened his thoughts about the future. “Helping people in need, especially children,” he shares, “is important. As a doctor, I will have a great opportunity to give back to communities.”
Capriotti has taken to heart one of Coach Will’s mantras in particular: “taking the ‘rest’ out of your game.” As Capriotti explains it, this means “being focused 100% of the time and doing everything to the best of your ability at every point you’re on the ice.” Jonah Capriotti is a young man who sees clearly the broader implications of this concept and is applying it effectively in fulfilling his day-to-day responsibilities off the ice as well.
- Procter Smith
Turns out our German back-liner is actually a Cleveland boy. That’s right – Nik Ast is from Cleveland. Who knew?
“My dad’s work had him posted in Cleveland when I was born,” the articulate Ast explains “We moved back to Germany when I was one. So, yes, I have dual citizenship.”
Ast manned the backline for the Varsity Soccer team in all three of his years on the Hilltop and this year was one of the team’s co-captains. This past season was one of the more successful in recent times. With seven wins, Ast and his mates surpassed last season’s threshold of four midway through the season and even found themselves briefly on the playoff bubble. Alas, late-season defeats at the hands of powerhouses Worcester Academy and Berkshire School scuttled the Knights’ hopes of crashing the post-season party.
Ast’s take on prep school soccer may surprise some readers. “The soccer is way stronger here than my league in Germany,” asserts Ast. “It was quite an adjustment for me when I came to Salisbury and faced players who were bigger, stronger and faster than I had ever played against. Many of the schools we play have invested significantly in recruiting soccer players from all over the world, and that has raised the level of play noticeably.”
As a German, Ast is well-aware of his country’s legacy of four World Cups, including the 2014 Cup the team brought home from Brazil – arguably their biggest rival on the global plain. He began to play organized soccer as a four-year-old. While all comers were welcomed into the fray, numbers were winnowed down to a dedicated group who were thrown right into tournament play, short field, six-a-side. Perhaps surprisingly, the German system holds youth players back from full-side play until they turn thirteen.
“So many small steps,” Ast recalls of the long, eight-year apprenticeship on the short fields. “The idea is not to put small guys on a big field but to teach ball movement on a field that fits them.” Hey, whatever works. It’s hard to argue with success.
At thirteen, then, S.C. (Sport Club) Baldham Vaterstetten brought Ast up to its year-round program. The grooming of the specialized youth athlete quickly comes to resemble the year-round calendar familiar to promising athletes and their families the world-round. The year starts in late August, early September, with the season culminating in December after all eight-to-ten teams in the league have played each other. In December, teams move inside, league play is suspended, and an occasional tournament must satisfy the appetite for competition. In March, teams head back outside. When the competitive season begins, every team once again plays every other team once.
There is one difference, though, from the more customary season-ending ritual: no playoffs. “Instead,” Ast clarifies “there is a hierarchy of leagues. The award for the team with the best record in each league is to move up a level, while the weakest team in the league drops down a level.”
Ast offers a further glimpse into the workings of Germany’s national soccer program. “Professional clubs sponsor their own youth programs from U-9 [under nine years old] up,” states Ast “By age 15, the professional club starts paying the youth players. Bayern Munich runs the top program, underwritten by Audi. When players turn eighteen,” Ast enthuses, “Audi offers them an amazing discount on their cars.”
A three-season athlete, Ast has complemented his contributions to the soccer program with positions on the Varsity Basketball team and the Junior Varsity Lacrosse team. Given the high level of commitment to sports, it is that much more impressive to learn that Ast has also achieved High Honors in all seven of his trimesters since arriving on the Hilltop in September of 2014. And, just to alleviate any doubts, Ast’s academic accomplishments have been forged in a capacious crucible of Advanced Placement programs: AP Chemistry, AP Calculus AB, AP English Language and Composition, AP German, AP French, AP Microeconomics, and AP Statistics.
“I’ve always been able to balance the demands of academics and athletics,” Ast offers with modesty. “Getting outdoors after six or seven hours of classes is important to me. It gets my mind off school and actually makes it easier to get back to work in evening study hall.”
The regulations governing admission to German universities, which path Ast will pursue, have provided further incentive for the high-achieving Ast. “The German system requires students studying abroad to complete five AP courses,” he explains, “in order to maintain qualification for entrance to German colleges.”
While the demands of a rigorous academic program and three competitive teams might seem sufficient, the well-rounded Ast has sought out other ways to contribute to the Salisbury community and to develop his personal skills. For the Green Key Society, Ast started out as the organization’s specialist in German families, eventually expanding to all families. He is also a Peer Leader and a Blood Hound for the Red Cross drives, even though his coming from Germany disqualifies him from donating blood himself. He has also found time to participate in the annual Service of Lessons and Carols and to compete in the Kawabata International Ping Pong Association.
On completing Salisbury, German education officials will award Ast his – are you paying attention, Mr. Curtis? – abiture. This all-important document represents an aggregation of junior and senior year grades and scores on state exams that Ast will take at the end of his sixth form year. Ast’s result will determine his readiness and eligibility in the hierarchy of German colleges. An anomaly among his classmates here at Salisbury, Ast will not deal with the college application season until next April, with final deadlines in July. He plans to study business and economics, ideally at the Otto Beisheim School of Management at EBS University. His course in neuro-science here at Salisbury with Mrs. Phinney has also sparked an interest in psychology, which Ast looks forward to pursuing further in college.
And soccer will continue to be part of the picture. “Colleges, of course, do not field teams in Germany,” Ast reminds his listener, “but I plan on playing for a club team. Every college has a club team nearby.”
Why stop there? Ast fully intends to continue playing beyond his college years. “As long as it’s fun,” he proposes. “Every town has a team for older players and different levels. That’s Germany.”
Hint: He also accounts for over 60% of the 2016 Salisbury football team’s offense.
If you answered “Anthony Sims,” comp yourself a pair of tickets to the Knights’ closing game of the season next Saturday night against arch-rival Avon Old Farms. It will be your last opportunity to see the fleet-footed running back, who is coming off a 199-yard, 3-TD performance last Saturday night at Williston-Northampton.
Sims came to the Hilltop this September from Davie, Florida, after compiling more rushing yards than any other running back in Broward County during the 2015 season. This fall, with 1,490 yards through seven games – an average of 213-yards-per-game – Sims ranks among the top running backs in the Erickson League. Clearly, his transition from the palm-lined gridirons of Florida’s east coast to the autumnal colors garlanding Wachtmeister Field could not have gone much more smoothly.
The adjustment to Salisbury’s college-preparatory curriculum has been more challenging. On the other hand, Sims’s decision to take another year of high school before college was motivated by just that consideration – to strengthen his academic credentials for college. “I didn’t have the grades to make the NCAA clearing-house for Division I colleges,” the straight-speaking Sims readily acknowledges. “I had a poor freshman year at Nova High School,” he goes on, “and that created a hole that I spent the next three years trying to climb out of.”
Leaving the Atlantic breakers for the rolling hills of New England has been a literal and figurative sea-change for Sims. “For one thing, we didn’t do anywhere near as much on-line work at Nova as here,” Sims explains. “It was mostly pencil-and-paper. And homework was easy enough that I could remember assignments without writing them down. You can’t get away with that here, and now I write everything down. Another big change is the attention I get from teachers here. With close to 30 students in most of my classes back home, teachers just didn’t have the time, but my classes here at Salisbury are 10 to 15 students.”
His new English class posed a particular challenge for Sims. “I struggled at first,” Sims recounts. “Writing 500-to-1000-word essays has been a new experience for me.” Gradually, Sims has raised his performance in the course from D’s into the B range. The gracious Sims is quick to credit his teacher. “Mr. Rees really takes a hands-on approach to help us improve our writing,” Sims states appreciatively. “At Nova, English class was more focused on the FCAT [the state-wide Comprehensive Assessment Test, administered annually] and the EOC [for “End-of-Course” tests, another series of state-administered exams].” Sims is not a fan of these standardized state tests. “They’re a distraction,” he asserts. “Teachers shouldn’t have to teach to tests, and students should be learning for life, not for a test.”
Football has been a constant in Sims’s life since he was eight years old. “Actually,” he notes, “baseball was my first sport, and for a while I played both. My parents still say I was better at baseball than football. One day,” he continues, “I saw a ‘Sunrise Gators Football Team’ sign, and I told my parents I wanted to try out. I’d never played the sport, and I got pretty roughed up at first. Linebacker was my original position. Eventually, I became captain of the second defensive unit.” Hardly a harbinger of things to come.
Flash-forward to age twelve, and Sims is still a mainstay on the Gators’ defense, now as a defensive tackle. “Yeah, I know,” Sims chuckles. “That’s a little hard to believe now, but the fact is I didn’t take a down at running back until I was fourteen.”
What finally opened the door?
“My coaches noticed that I always worked hard in practice,” explains Sims, who had returned to linebacker by now, still in the Gators program, “and that I always wanted to finish first in the drills.” So someone finally flipped the ball to Sims and told him to report to the backfield. Just like that, a comet was born.
“We made the playoffs that year,” Sims fondly recalls, “and faced the number-one team in the Optimist Division, the Pembroke Pines Bengals.” Sims and Company had faced the Bengals in the regular season, falling short in a hard-fought 6-0 defeat. “It was a different story in the playoffs,” Sims laments. “They beat us 32 to 6.”
From there, Sims moved on to the j.v. at Nova, where, as a sophomore, he enjoyed what he still describes as “probably the best experience with football I ever had. It was the first season I ever played for an undefeated team,” Sims continues. “We won all seven games, and my coach taught me more about running back than any other coach. Vision-wise,” Sims expands, “he taught me how to read defenses, protect the ball, build up speed through the practice drills he used, and learn where to be each moment coming out of the backfield.”
Perhaps Sims’s biggest thrill of that memorable season, however, came after the j.v. season had ended. With two games remaining on their schedule, the Nova varsity beckoned. With the starting running back out with an injury, Sims found himself promoted to the starting line-up. “I got chills when the varsity coach Bill Hobbs caught up with me as I was leaving the field after my last j.v. game,” Sims shares, “and told me I’d be starting the next varsity game.”
The adjustment was the easier for Sims’s having practiced with the varsity in the spring and during summer work-outs. “There was still a little tension, though,” Sims grants, “when I replaced the starter.”
In his first varsity appearance, the newcomer racked up 120 yards and a touchdown. That touchdown would go viral in the local area, and for good reason. Let Sims explain: “The ball was on their 40, and I got the call to carry outside. A defender grabbed me near the line of scrimmage, but I spun him off, right into the path of the other defenders. They tripped over him in a heap near the sideline as I headed for the end zone with one man to beat. I faked left and headed for the right corner pylon. At the five, I leapt for the pylon as the safety caught up and hit me from behind. The ball touched the pylon, and I hit the ground. Overhead, I saw the ref raise his hands to signal the TD. It was the winning score.”
The next game proved rather more humbling for Sims. “I fumbled twice in the rain,” he dutifully relates. “It brought me back to reality and made me realize I had work to do to improve.”
Two seasons and two coaching changes later, Nova won its district for the first time in 40 years, as Sims rushed for 1,600 yards and 18 touchdowns in his senior year. In the first round of the playoffs, Nova trailed 21-0 at the half but came back after the intermission behind Sims’s four scores and 225 yards – only to lose by a point when Sims was brought down inside the one-yard-line on the game’s final play. “Four inches short,” Sims states, shaking his head. “My last game, my last carry. I gave it all I had and came up short. Four inches. I lay there on the ground and wept.”
For the reflective Sims, though, there was a lesson learned. “Winning doesn’t build character,” Sims emphasizes, “losing does. Effort,” he stresses, “is the important thing. If you get beaten after doing your best, you can walk off the field, proud of your accomplishment.”
It would be several months before Salisbury would enter the picture. “The offensive coordinator called me in one day,” Sims remembers, “and brought up the idea of spending a p.g. year in New England. It had never entered my mind. New England? Prep school? This was a new concept. Salisbury was the only school he mentioned.”
So Sims did the obvious thing: he took to Google for a satellite tour of the Salisbury campus. He liked what he saw and phoned varsity coach Chris Phelps for the first of several long conversations about football, academics, and colleges. Arriving for pre-season in September, Sims set foot on the Hilltop for the first time.
There is another significant piece to Sims’s years at Nova: Naval Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps. With his sister serving in the U.S. Navy – she is stationed in the Great Lakes – as well as an uncle who also served in the Navy prior to becoming a police officer, Sims responded readily to his parents’ encouragement that he enter the ROTC program, which had been an important springboard for his sister.
For all four of his years at Nova, Sims dedicated himself to the program, rising to the rank of Senior Chief Petty Officer and Physical Training Commanding Officer for the battalion of close to 200 members. In the latter position, Sims ran an athletic program that ranked in the top fifteen nationally.
While Sims would like nothing better than to play football for Navy, he is realistic enough to know that his recent academic growth will not be enough to offset his earlier record. He has had serious talks with his uncle about police work. He likely will study criminal justice in college. Whether or not he parlays his experience in the Naval ROTC into an enlistment or not, he feels his eventual calling is as a policeman. “I love helping people, protecting people, keeping children safe,” he explains.
A chance experience with a tragic outcome profoundly affected Sims and strengthened his resolve to enter law enforcement. “I saw a boy hit by a car,” Sims shares softly, “saw him thrown in the air, land on the hood, and roll off onto the street. I raced over to him as the car sped off. While I was calling the police, the boy died. I was able to i.d. the car for the police,” Sims adds, shaking his head, “but the driver was never caught.”
With his ability to draw inspiration from life’s dark moments, his drive for self-betterment, his strong belief in teamwork and discipline from the years of football and ROTC, Sims seems to have the right temperament for a line of work that has been under considerable fire in recent years.
The many fans and admirers you have made during your first three months here at Salisbury, Anthony, will all be pulling for you.- Procter Smith
If there is one thing most of Salisbury’s top athletes have in common, it is an early exposure to their showcase sport and a year-round regimen in that sport from an early age. Long-time readers of these profiles will recognize that trend, while perhaps recalling the occasional anomaly, such as a top rower who had not raised an oar prior to his arrival on the Hilltop. Most often, though, athletic prowess nowadays is very much a function of access to year-round programs.
Varsity soccer player Adam Brown-Bryant ’17 is no exception. The defensive standout began playing soccer as a five-year-old in his hometown of Oakland, California. Brown-Bryant’s first coach was his mom – not that Ms. Meredith Brown had an extensive soccer resume but, rather, as in so many Saturday-morning beginners’ programs across the land, that the very existence of these programs depends on the readiness of moms and dads to supervise the mayhem. No prior experience required, just an ability to sort out 21 first-graders all running after the kid with the ball. And so Ms. Brown did for the first three years of Brown-Bryant’s introduction to the sport. Who knows how many youngsters have been propelled to soccer eminence by these unheralded, roots-level stewards of the game?
At age eight, Brown-Bryant joined the Montclair Clippers Soccer Club, his first competitive team. Already, round-the-calendar soccer was the standard. “We played our fall season, around fifteen games, from August to late October,” Brown-Bryant recalls. “Then, for three months, we continued to practice and play in one or two tournaments. In February, the spring season would start, running to late April. Following that, we would practice into the summer, once again traveling to a couple of tournaments around the state but not playing a regular slate of games.”
And so went Brown-Bryant’s soccer life through his five years with the Clippers.
California youth soccer uses four classifications to organize programs: from weakest to strongest, teams are classified “bronze,” “silver,” “gold,” and “platinum.” Montclair’s classification was silver, so when, at age 13, Brown-Bryant was selected for Castro Valley United, a platinum program, it represented a considerable step up. “The departure from Montclair felt bittersweet,” Brown-Bryant acknowledges, “but the coaches knew it was a step in the right direction for me.”
For Montclair, Brown-Bryant had played everywhere on the field, even back-up goalie. At Castro, however, he soon settled at right back. “I had an affinity for defending,” Brown-Bryant states, “and Coach [David] Barrett directed me there.” Brown-Bryant’s previous coach, at Montclair, had a Class C license, limited to coaching below the high school level; Barrett, who had been a reserve for the English-League Chelsea Football Club, held a Class A license, signifying that he could coach all levels, including college. This credential was not lost on Brown-Bryant.
“The advanced coaching, the more sophisticated drills, the more demanding conditioning program,” Brown-Bryant points out, “all took my game to a much higher level.” The heavy emphasis on teamwork, learning to provide succinct, in-game information to teammates on a moment-by-moment basis, played a particularly important part in Brown-Bryant's development.
The one similarity between Montclair and Castro was the calendar. "The only difference over the course of the year," Brown-Bryant explains, "is that instead of playing a second league tournament at the end of the spring season, the top two teams in Castro's league entered the state tournament, with a field of 32 teams from all over California."
In his three years with Castro, Brown-Bryant and his teammates advanced only once to the state tournament – his U15 team in his final season before leaving California to go away to school. That team, with Brown-Bryant contributing 70 to 90 minutes per game, advanced to the quarterfinals before being eliminated on penalty kicks.
In the fall of 2013, Brown headed east to attend Saint Thomas More in Oakdale, Connecticut, where he spent his 10th and 11th grade years before arriving at Salisbury in September, 2015. At More, Brown had a chance to mature and to strengthen his study skills. He would eventually distinguish himself as an outstanding student, while captaining both the varsity soccer and varsity lacrosse teams.
"I appreciate what Saint Thomas More did for me," Brown-Bryant says now of the experience, "but it was more of a rest-stop than a destination. I realized after my first year there that I would have to change schools to achieve my long-term goals. When I first visited Salisbury, I loved what I saw: students who were intellectually stimulating without being haughty."
At Salisbury, Brown-Bryant has added to the AP courses he completed at More, taking AP Biology last year and both AP Chemistry and AP English Language this year. Despite the higher level of competition, the transition to the Knights' soccer program has been equally smooth: Brown started for the varsity team last year, and his staunch work on the back line this year has been a key factor in Salisbury's resurgence. He shows particular proficiency at taking opponents' crosses out of the air and clearing them with headers.
In college, Brown-Bryant expects to study "biology in society," a broad major that encompasses a variety of fields, such as pharmacology and nutrition. "It's important to me to pursue work that involves helping people," Brown-Bryant explains.
One way he has already put this attitude into action is through the establishment of a food bank at Laney Community College in Oakland. With the help of the Alameda Food Bank, where Brown-Bryant and his sister had worked for the soup kitchen, the two of them started and ran a distribution center for the area's indigent population.
Perhaps the experience that has had the most profound effect, though, on Brown-Bryant is the Physician Science Training Program, a highly regarded summer internship open to Native American, African American, Pacific Island, and Latino students, from grade seven and up. Only 5% of applicants gain admission to the program.
Brown-Bryant has spent two summers as an intern.During the first, in 2014, he spent over a month at the University of Pennsylvania. There, he worked with graduate students and actual doctors as a lab assistant. After learning the use of lab equipment and developing an understanding of technical jargon and terms, Brown-Bryant immersed himself in a project involving the study of vitamin D deficiency and rickets in third-world countries. During his time at Penn, he also worked regularly at the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. The experiences in the lab and in the hospital wards had a profound effect on Brown-Bryant. "It was the first spark I have had toward helping society through helping suffering children," he reflects.
In the summer of 2015, the program continued at the University of Washington in Seattle. "I worked on ulcerative colitis," Brown-Bryant recounts, "an inflammation of the colon. The cause is as yet unknown, but several links to the disease have been discovered, including diet."
The experience reinforced Brown-Bryant's determination to pursue nutrition and society in his college studies. His work in the University of Washington labs put him on the cutting edge of current research. "My work involved taking tissue samples from colons that tested positive for ulcerative colitis," he says, "and running sophisticated lab equipment to uncover mutations in genes to identify the source of the inflammation."
The contributions of Brown-Bryant and his fellow students did not go unappreciated: each received $3,000 for their seven weeks of work, along with a daily food stipend.
Although Brown-Bryant did not continue with the Physician Science Training Program again last summer, he pursued his interest in the field by taking a course at Laney in chemistry and cell structure. He was excited to have the opportunity to work with a professor who had had a career with the Bayer Pharmaceutical Company, one of the oldest and most prominent healthcare companies in the world the professor provided him with invaluable contacts there.
The serious-minded, articulate Brown-Bryant hopes to continue his education next fall at Cornell or back at Penn. He also expects to suit up for his college soccer team. With the talents and clear-sighted sense of purpose he has already amply demonstrated, he should prove a most attractive candidate.
- Procter Smith
It’s not supposed to happen this way. It’s just not. “World Class”? First try? No way.
During his two years here on the Hilltop, Nick Seeber ’17 has made a name for himself as a formidable student. Currently carrying a seven-course load that includes two AP and two honors courses, the Wayland, Massachusetts, native has High Honors standing for the middle of the current trimester and earned High Honors in each trimester of his fifth-form year. Seeber has also gained a reputation as an intensely competitive athlete. The past two autumns, he has held down the top position on the cross-country team (though third-form phenom Jack Gottsegen may have something to say about that before this season’s end). His dedication to rowing made him a key member of the second varsity boat last spring.
This fall, Seeber also rows for Salisbury, competing in a series of “head races.” For the benefit of the uninitiated, a popular, on-line, reference site offers the following entry for “head racing,” a long-time fixture on New England’s fall landscape: “A head race is a time-trial competition in the sport of rowing…. In this form of racing, rowers race against the clock where the crew or rower completing the course in the shortest time in their age, ability, and boat-class category is deemed the winner.” Salisbury rowers competed the past two weekends in the Head of the Riverfront in Hartford and the Head of the Housatonic in Derby (CT). In two weeks, Salisbury will return to the biggest stage in the rowing world: Boston’s Head of the Charles.
It’s been a good fall thus far for Seeber. He has posted two 2nd-place finishes on the cross-country-trail, where he has seen his time improve by 15 seconds over his personal-best last year. On the water, last week at the Riverfront he rowed in the 1st varsity double and the 1st varsity four that placed 4th out of 28 boats in the fours competition. Salisbury’s entry was coxed by Chase Merrill, with Kevin Warming at stroke, Justin Desautels in the three-seat, Seeber at two, and Jacques von Steuben in the bow.
The versatile Seeber, a Pop Warner veteran, actually opened his high school athletic career as a member of the 2012 freshman football team at Wayland High School (where he spent three years before entering Salisbury in the fall of ’15). That winter, 2013, Seeber, who swam in a town program for seven years, made the Wayland swim team and competed for two years, specializing in the 500-meter freestyle. Then in the spring, he followed his closet friend into Wayland’s joint rowing program with Weston High. He made a first novice boat that dominated the ensuing season and thought they had won a state title – only to learn, as they celebrated with plates-full of spaghetti and lasagna in the team tent, that a late protest had been upheld: the boats were headed back on the water for a do-over. Suffice it to say, Seeber and his pasta-engorged seatmates did not match their winning time in the second outing. They did not even medal.
Despite the bitter-tasting finale, rowing had hooked Seeber. The next fall, the now-sophomore dropped football in favor of his new-found passion. This time, he was selected for the 2nd varsity boat, which powered to a 2nd-place finish out of 30 schools in the Massachusetts Public School Rowing Association’s Fall Championships on Lake Quinsigamond. The boat followed up that performance by medaling at the Saratoga Invitational the following spring of 2014.
“In my junior year at Wayland, I started to make definitive strides in my ability,” Seeber recalls. “Once again, I was on the 2nd varsity eight. This time, we took gold at Saratoga. Wayland was not entered in the Northeast Regional [the other big spring event],” Seeber continues, “so a group of us mustered our own crew and fielded a four in the 1st varsity lightweight field. We took gold, thus qualifying for Youth Nationals in Sarasota, Florida.”
Although Seeber’s boat would finish only 6th at the Nationals, they progressed through four heats to reach the finals in the 30-school field. “You think you’ve seen the best there are to see,” Seeber reflects of the experience, “and then you face competition like that. I felt proud to have completed my Wayland-Weston career with that finish.”
A talented musician, both of whose parents play professionally, Seeber moved to the stroke position this fall, with interesting results. “The stroke sets the pace for his boat,” Seeber explains. “He has to feel the rhythm of the seven rowers behind him. There’s a musical connection,” he observes, “a lot like playing in a band.” Seeber should know. He is a multi-instrumentalist – bass, clarinet, trumpet, piano, and guitar are among the instruments he plays – and vocalist, who fronted Salisbury’s rock band last year.
Rowing has taken Seeber as far as New Zealand, where he spent five weeks with the Nelson Rowing Club in the summer of 2015. “We rowed in the ocean in Port Nelson,” Seeber says of the experience. “It was my first experience with ‘sculling’ [the popular European version of crew that requires rowers to handle two oars rather than a single oar]. It was the dead of winter over there,” he exclaims, noting the sub-freezing temperatures when program members took to the water for six a.m. sessions. “We had to dress in thermal clothes to stay warm, shedding layers as the morning went on.”
But the biggest issue in New Zealand was not frost on the oars, it was the language barrier. “I was shocked!” Seeber recalls. “We all spoke English, but getting used to the accent was like learning another language.”
Other summers, Seeber has been a mainstay at Kingswood Camp in the White Mountains of Piermont, New Hampshire. Since his first season in 2012, he has risen through the ranks to become a counselor this year.
But wait. While all of this may distinguish Seeber as a young man of considerable gifts, what’s this about his being a “world-class” performer? Read on: Seeber’s story is about to get interesting.
“When he’s not performing in the Boston Symphony Orchestra,” Seeber states, “my father is a serious tri-athlete. Prior to last summer, I had never done a triathlon myself,” says Seeber of the competitions that require participants to swim, bike, and run – in that sequence and without breaks – “but I’d trained some with him and decided I’d like to try it myself. So I set my sights on a ‘sprint’ triathlon in Ashland, Massachusetts, in mid-June. ‘Sprint’ means a 0.4-mile swim, 12.5 miles on bike, and a 3.1-mile run. I did well enough in that race,” Seeber concludes, “to qualify for Nationals in the 16-to-19 age group.”
But Seeber also had bigger game in his sights. “I could have continued to go with the Sprint distances I knew,” Seeber picks up again, “but my being the competitive person I am, I decided to move up to the ‘Olympic’ distances [double the Sprint] with a chance to qualify for Worlds.”
Easier said than done for most people, but Seeber doubled down on training, putting in sessions with his father when he could between sessions at Kingswood. When he returned to the camp to resume his counseling duties, he rose early, before the rest of the camp, to pursue his training regimen and used any other time he could find during the day as well. He focused particularly on his weakest area, bicycling, for upwards of two hours a day. On the other end of the day, when the rest of the counseling staff went out to play, Seeber bid them “good-night” and turned in.
“I found an Olympic Triathlon in mid-July,” Seeber resumes his saga, “in Litchfield, Connecticut – the Litchfield Hills Triathlon. There were 200 total participants, and I went in with low expectations, having only one previous event under my belt and at half the distances I was to face in Litchfield.”
Seeber’s training regimen and personal sacrifices paid off. He finished 12th overall and 2nd in his age group. What made him really excited, though, was the realization that there were many, many places during the race where he knew he could shave off time, especially on the transitions.
Next stop: Omaha, Nebraska, and the National Olympics, with a chance to qualify for the Worlds. It’s now mid-August. “Talk about being a small fish in a big pond,” says Seeber, a mere two triathlons under his belt. “There were thousands of competitors, guys in their 30s who had competed at the highest levels for ten or fifteen years, experts in all three events, and thousands of dollars in cutting-edge gear.”
Seventy entrants in Seeber’s division all hit the water at the same time for the first leg of the race. “A total mess,” Seeber mutters in dismay, “a madhouse. People grabbing your feet, swimming over you – just unbelievable. My start was awful. I should have broken out ahead, but instead I got kicked in the face, dislodging my goggles, which filled with water.” Seeber had to stop, tread water, and re-adjust the goggles, all the while losing valuable seconds.
Seeber also readjusted his mental state. He reminded himself that few people ever have the experience in which he was engaged. He reminded himself of the many sacrifices he had made to prepare for this event. “You’ve worked too hard to give up,” he thought to himself. “You owe it to yourself to do the very best you can do.”
A smooth transition from the water to his bike reinforced Seeber’s positive frame of mind. While he noticed many competitors pass him, he could see by their patches that most were older athletes in higher age divisions. “Biking is the place to make up time in a triathlon,” states Seeber with authority. “Half of the triathlon is spent on the bike, so it pays to be good at it.” The one hour and thirteen minutes Seeber spent pedaling compared favorably with the top time of the day, 56 minutes. Heading out on the bicycling route into the Nebraska cornfields was nonetheless arduous. Only on the turnaround, heading back toward the city, did Seeber start to feel more confident, his bike fairly flying down the highway.
“I got off the bike,” Seeber continues, “ready to attack the [6.2-mile] final leg. I know what it’s like to go into ‘the pain cave’ a little bit and felt ready to chase down some people. I set a good pace from the start. The pancake-flat course was perfect.”
Seeber passed runner after runner, from all age divisions. He also noted runners who’d stepped off the course, cramping up in the 100-degree heat, doubled over, vomiting, paying the price for going too hard in earlier events.
“Only one guy passed me the entire 10K,” Seeber states, both proud and amazed. “The course was packed, with many athletes walking or jogging. I passed hundreds of guys, but with the staggered starts at the beginning of the race, it’s impossible to know how you’re doing.”
As Seeber pushed on, he observed more and more people stopping by the roadside to deal with the physical adversity. When he got within a mile of the finish, Seeber started to think about all the time he put in during the summer, the pre-dawn hours on his bike when everyone else in his summer camp was still asleep. “The hurt was coming on strong at that point,” Seeber shares, “but focusing on every last reserve I had, I took it up a gear and mounted a strong, final kick.”
Across the finish line, Seeber’s legs finally gave up on him. “I don’t think I’d ever pushed myself like that,” he says now. “Suddenly, my legs wouldn’t support my body.” It proved a not uncommon sight, as Seeber saw a number of fellow competitors pass out completely.
You know the ending. When the results were announced, Seeber had finished number 18 in his division, the final qualifying spot for the 2017 World Championship in Rotterdam, Netherlands. “It’s a crazy feeling,” he tries to explain, “to achieve something that one month ago seemed so distant and two months ago I had never even done before.”
Participating in the World Championship, however, appears unlikely. Seeber is a candidate for the United States service academies and will in all probability be signing on with the Army, Navy, or Air Force. His classroom and training obligations will prevent his taking time off to travel abroad.
There is a coda to Seeber’s summer of triathlon-ing. Just before returning to Salisbury for his sixth form year, he competed in his fourth event of the summer: the Cyclonaut Sprint Triathlon in Chicopee, Massachusetts. Despite being side-swiped by a car while he was previewing the course, injuring his leg and damaging his bike, Seeber soldiered on. At the end of the afternoon, he found himself on one of the podiums to receive the third-place medal.
What more perfect way to put the final stamp on a summer of extraordinary dedication, determination, and accomplishment.
- Procter Smith
Zach Banks has a beef.
Banks’s concern has nothing to do with Salisbury: the fifth former from Westminster, Massachusetts, could not be happier with his new school. Banks transferred to the Hilltop this year after starting for the past three years at inside linebacker for Cushing Academy. When the Cushing administration announced last winter, however, that the 2015 season would be the final one for its varsity football program, Banks, a Division I prospect, and five of his teammates, also D-I prospects, began the search for a new school. With college scholarships at stake, how could they not?
Four of those teammates now suit up for Lawrence Academy. Another landed at Governor’s Academy. Banks became a Knight.
“I love it here,” the thoughtful, serious-minded Banks shares. “Traditions mean a lot to me, and Salisbury is all about traditions. Even Chapel,” he says, as if surprising himself. “I’m not a particularly religious guy by any means, but gathering the community that way and hearing what’s on different people’s minds during the talks is pretty incredible.”
The all-boys environment suits Banks as well. “Obviously, there is considerable wealth at schools like Salisbury and Cushing,” Banks points out. “The difference from last year is that guys were more apt to flash their wealth around to impress the girls. Here, you could be sitting next to an heir to the Nabisco cookie fortune, and you would never know it.”
In addition, Banks likes the clear focus he has picked up on here. “Salisbury knows what it is about,” Banks observes, “breeding boys for success as leaders in business and in the world.” And that suits Banks, who anticipates taking a business curriculum in college, with a likely foray into political science.
Banks also appreciates the community-mindedness he sees at Salisbury, while crediting his family with inculcating the notion of “giving back” to those less fortunate. For the past four years, the Banks family has organized a fundraiser through Facebook and then made Thanksgiving dinners for shut-ins at the public housing for the elderly in Westminster. “We served thirty-eight families one Thanksgiving,” notes Banks with evident humility.
Banks’s transition has been virtually seamless from the football program at Cushing, where he started at inside linebacker as a ninth grader, to the program here at Salisbury. A repeat-eleventh grader, Banks continues to start at inside linebacker here on the Hilltop as well as leading the blocking out of the backfield from the fullback position and also contributing on special teams. He was the leading tackler on defense in the Knights’ opening win over Taft, and last Saturday at Phillips Andover he helped open holes on offense for Anthony Sims’s epic 307-yard rushing day, while also snaring an interception and finishing second on the stat sheet in tackles. In the short span of two games, the 6’2”, 225-pound Banks has clearly established himself as a force that opponents will have to reckon with on both sides of the ball.
The early results from the classroom suggest a similarly smooth transition for Banks, who is carrying an honors average as the mid-point in the fall trimester looms. That performance matches his cumulative average from the Cushing years and puts him squarely in the sights of a number of strong, Eastern, college programs as well as several Ivy League programs.
Villanova, Rutgers, Pitt, UConn, and UMass are among the schools that have shown an interest. Half of the schools in the Ivy League have also contacted Banks as have the service academies at West Point and Annapolis. Despite the glitz of the big-time programs in that litany of schools, Banks puts educational opportunity ahead of football. “I would choose Yale over Syracuse, no question,” Banks affirms. “The degree and the network that an Ivy League school can offer are more important than the level of football. And pros, which is a long-shot, can come from any school.”
Despite such success and such prospects, though, Zach Banks does have a beef. Two beefs, as a matter of fact.
First, there is the recruiting process. “It’s the worst process a kid my age can go through,” says Banks without reservation. “It’s a terrible, defeating process,” he reiterates. “If you’re not one of those Top-300, Five-Star guys, you can get terribly manipulated. I had a coach [at a large, Division I school in the Midwest] tell me that, with my grades and size, I had a spot on his team and a four-year scholarship if I came out to his college and they could verify my height and weight. So my family and I flew out to the school, at our own expense, where I stepped on their scale and confirmed my size.
“I had a great weekend there,” Banks goes on, “attending classes, observing a varsity practice, spending one night in a dorm. Then at the end of the weekend, I met with the coach, and he told me they did not have a place for me. I was crushed.”
Banks’s second beef involves the bad rap the sport of football has drawn in recent years. The game, especially at the professional level, has had to deal with a boatload of adverse publicity, much of it coming from the medical community. Advances in technology have made it possible to study the long-term effects of head traumas more precisely than ever before. And some of those effects – such as depression and early-onset Alzheimer’s – are particularly devastating.
Banks is well aware of the issues. “People ask me if I’m ‘worried’ when they find out I play football,” Banks says, a trace of exasperation in his voice. “The simple answer is, ‘no, I’m not.’ I’ve been playing the game since I was five years old,” he continues. “I’ve been educated on how to play safe. In my experience, the longer you’ve been playing, the less likely you will suffer an injury. Young kids learn the right way to tackle and block. Players who come to the game later – from what I’ve seen – often miss those important fundamentals and end up being the ones to cause or to suffer serious injuries."
Banks laments the decline in participation that he sees on every level: Cushing dropping its program this year, Northfield Mount Hermon dropping its program three years ago, other schools talking about transitioning to eight-on-a-side football. As a coach the past few years in the Pop Warner ranks back home in Westminster, Banks has seen the trend there as well.
“I love working with the kids,” Banks exudes, “giving them the same experience I had, passing down the game. But it’s a dying sport right now. A lot of parents are not letting their children play because of the publicity about head and neck injuries.”
Indeed, the Pop Warner-sponsored Oakmont Chargers program that Banks joined when he was five – playing full-pad, full-contact, eleven-a-side football and over a ten-game season, no less! – has seen its ranks thin considerably in recent years. Back in Banks’s day, it was not unusual to see Oakmont field two teams at some of its six levels from ages five to fifteen. Two years ago, the program fielded a total of two teams; four levels had no team at all. Last year, the number of teams increased to four, but the reason for the increase, Banks points out, was a cross-over of players from a neighboring town that dropped Pop Warner altogether. Shades of the recent exodus of players from Cushing.
“I don’t like the label that football is getting now,” Banks says straightforwardly, energetically, defiantly. “There is a big difference between NFLers who play ten years and more against some of the strongest men in the world and football at the high school level.”
As exciting as have been his teams’ and his personal accomplishments on the field, Banks finds something more than that in the game of football. “Football creates more of a brotherhood than other sports,” Banks feels. “Baseball [another sport Banks has played at the varsity level] lends itself to friendships but not brotherhood. Something about the sacrifices on the football field is different. Some have compared it to ‘going to war.’ The variety of athletes, the range of sizes, specialized skills, different backgrounds also seem unique to football."
Warming to the subject, Banks continues. “It’s really hard to have ‘natural ability’ in football,” he suggests. “The game requires strength and discipline and mental toughness to a degree that separates it, I think, from other sports. It really is like ‘going to war,’ developing bonds through sacrifices, going into battle against the other team – these elements of football bring us so much closer than athletes in other sports.”
Banks’s final words belie his relative youthfulness: “I hope they can develop better technology to protect the players,” he reflects with the somberness of a player from another era, fearing for the future of his sport. “Football is too good a game to be taken away.”
Imagine leaving home, wondering when you would see your family again, crossing an ocean between two continents that might as well be two planets. It will be three years before you return to your homeland. The possibility of anyone from your family traveling to see you is about as likely as their finding their way to Mars. It’s not going to happen.
Now imagine that, two years in, you receive word that your mother has died. You will not be going home. There are no emergency flights from Mars. The next shuttle back to Earth won’t be for almost six months.
You think of the father you hardly knew. He died twelve years earlier. You were barely a child.
You think of your younger brother, your only sibling, back home in Africa. Helplessness enwraps you, even as your friends and teachers at Salisbury reach out to help cushion you, help shoulder such unthinkable burdens.
And you are grateful.
Seldom has the Salisbury community provided a home for someone as brave and as resilient as Theo Quartey ’17. When Quartey arrived at Salisbury in the fall of 2013, he knew that the dual forces of financial constraint and governmental restrictions would likely keep him on the Hilltop until graduation.
But he felt ready. Even though he had never been to the United States, he was no stranger to international travel. As one of the top young soccer players in Ghana, he had twice traveled to Norway to compete in the Nobel Peace Tournament. His team from the Right to Dream Academy brought home the championship trophy from both tournaments. Quartey started at right back both years.
There was also a trip to England – not to play soccer but to stand before an audience of donors and potential donors and tell them how soccer had provided him with opportunities almost unimaginable for young boys – and, now, young girls – growing up in Accra or other cities and towns across Ghana and neighboring countries. Tell them how the Right to Dream Academy had changed his life, given him an education, burnished his soccer skills, fired his imagination, allowed him to hope, allowed him to dream.
British social entrepreneur Tom Vernon had first conceived of Right to Dream in 1999. He proposed going to Ghana, buying land, and building a residential campus where promising soccer players, as young as nine, would receive a top education in the classroom and elite training on the soccer pitch. Never mind Ghana’s spotty performance in international soccer competition. A 2010 loss to Uruguay in the World Cup quarterfinals is the farthest a team from Ghana has gone. Never mind, in fact, that no African team has ever won the World Cup in its 86-year history or even advanced to the semi-final round. An all-expense-paid soccer academy in an impoverished African country? Dream on.
What’s more, as Vernon conceived it, the Academy would be a launching pad from Ghana to the far-removed world of American prep schools and, beyond that, to colleges and universities in the States. Somebody give this Vernon guy a brain scan. He’s struck a few too many headers.
Well, the Right to Dream Academy is 17 years on now and doing just fine, thank you, Vernon’s vision a reality that has, if anything, surpassed his expectations. In fact, while Quartey has been hitting the books - five High Honors and four Honors Certificates through his first nine trimesters at Salisbury - and continuing to hone his soccer skills - four years a varsity starter, 18 career goals entering his final season - Right to Dream has entered a whole new phase in its remarkable evolution. Three years ago, the Academy partnered with Manchester City in the United Kingdom to undertake a major campus upgrade. What’s more, this upgrade has enabled the Academy to enroll girls for the first time.
Quartey, who entered the Right to Dream Academy in fifth grade and spent four years there, explains how significant the move to coeducation is. “Tradition on the African continent has limited what women are allowed to do,” Quartey reflects in his lilting English accent. “Women are expected to care for children and do the cooking. Right to Dream wants to change that by showing that girls can do many of the same things boys can.”
Not only have the contributions from Man City and corporate donors such as Tullow Oil and Mantrac allowed the Academy to build a campus for girls, opened in 2013, but it has also ensured that the number of boys enrolled would remain constant, and it has enabled the Academy to add two more grades, third and fourth.
Like many boys growing up in Accra, Ghana’s capitol, Quartey started kicking a ball around by the time he was five. Within a year or so, his skills had gained him entrance to the small-sided games of barefoot soccer in the city streets (parks and fields not being an option). At seven, Quartey joined a town team, but he did not don his first pair of soccer cleats until a year later when he moved up to the Shadow United Club, first as a member of its Under-10 team, then advancing to U-12.
Right to Dream entered the picture in 2009, when Quartey was 11. “Two hundred-thirty guys were invited to try out,” Quartey say of the screening process, which also involves interviews and academic testing. “Of those two hundred-thirty, thirty were admitted.”
Quartey’s use of the word “admitted” proves somewhat generous. There would follow two more weeks of intensive auditioning on the soccer field and in the classroom. At fortnight’s end, nineteen boys would be cut. Quartey found himself one of the eleven remaining. After further winnowing, four boys, including Quartey, received invitations to enroll in the Right to Dream Academy. And you thought Harvard had tough admissions standards?
For the next four years, the Academy would be Quartey’s home-away-from-home. In 2013, he became the second alumnus of Right to Dream to attend Salisbury. Quartey has made the most of opportunities at Salisbury not only to shine academically and athletically but also to develop his leadership skills. This year, he serves as a Prefect in Ward. Last year, he worked as a Peer Leader. As a V and VI Former, he has been a member of both the Key Society and the Vestry. This fall, he shares the captaincy of Varsity Soccer with Nik Ast and Zach Chandler. Last weekend, he joined the first group of volunteers from Salisbury to contribute his time and energy to Habitat for Humanity.
In April of his V Form year, Quartey accepted an offer from Villanova University and signed a Letter of Intent, effectively completing his college selection process. Quartey will compete for the Wildcats in the Big East Conference against such schools as Georgetown, Providence, Marquette, and Xavier. He hopes that last week’s upset of sixth-ranked Boston College might be a harbinger of things to come for a program that has struggled to stay above .500 the past few years.
But the important thing for Quartey is to gain a college degree. “I would love to play soccer professionally,” he readily admits, citing a number of Right to Dream grads who currently compete in professional leagues around the world, “but I will have my college degree, too. Right to Dream has given me the opportunity to get a great education,” Quartey affirms, “and to stay out of trouble. Many talented soccer players back in Accra have not had and never will have the opportunities I’ve been given. Most,” he observes, a strong note of empathy in his voice, “look for work as masons and carpenters now and struggle to make a living.” At Villanova, he expects to study electrical engineering, completing the intellectual journey that has carried him far from Ghana.
Right to Dream has, in fact, become Quartey’s new family. When he is back in Ghana, he lives at the Academy with one of the directors and his family. [Ed. note: A close friend of Quartey’s late mother has become guardian to his younger brother Jonathan.] Here in the United States, one local family has played a particularly prominent role in Quartey’s life, welcoming him into their home when Salisbury closes for vacations or when students leave for the summer.
In addition to providing stability and oversight as surrogate parents, this family has included Quartey on their trips to different parts of the country and has made sure that he has had access to the strongest soccer programs available here in Connecticut and beyond. Last summer, for example, Quartey and his teammates on the Farmington Soccer Association won the Connecticut State Tournament for the second straight year. And during March break, Quartey traveled to Virginia as a member of the Dover Dreamers, who defeated clubs from Florida, New Jersey, and New Mexico en route to the Jefferson Cup Championship .
As exciting as has been his success scholastically and athletically, Quartey counts another occasion, outside the classroom and off the soccer pitch, as the peak experience of his high school years. Last June, under the auspices of an organization called Cross-Cultural Solutions, Salisbury faculty members Kirk Hall and Eliott Grover, along with Grover’s wife Meg, led ten Salisbury students to Ghana for a community service project in the Volta region. While Quartey could not be there to welcome the group to his homeland - he was in New York City representing Right to Dream at a major fundraising event - he returned to Ghana the next day: his first trip home in three years. But as exciting as it was to see his many friends from the Hilltop in the country where he grew up, that was only the second best part of being home.
“Seeing my little brother,” Quartey recounts, “for the first time in three years was my biggest thrill. But after that, it was welcoming my Sarum brothers to my home country. They had shared their country and culture with me during my first three years at Salisbury. Now I had the chance to share my culture with them. It was,” Quartey says, beaming, “very cool.”
- Procter Smith