Thursday, May 12, 2022
From my Facebook page:
I'm not sure where to start,…Moving to Herkimer mid-year in the 9th grade, I was not able to play football until the following fall. Herkimer had just hired a new coach, a young man in his twenties: always beyond his years in compassion, wisdom, and the ability to motivate young people. We lived in the same section of town and occasionally we would walk to school together, me with a heavy equipment bag over my shoulder for practice after school.
I had a feeling he sensed things weren't good at home, but it was never discussed. One fateful morning, my father pulled up alongside us in one of his rages, got out of the car and pointed his finger at me yelling about something that had occurred at home, got back in his car and speeded off. This young coach, not wanting to interfere, didn't say a word all the way till we got to the school. Once we arrived, he softly said to me, "You know Timmy, it's a tough thing for a young kid to come to terms with the fact that his father might not always do the right things or seem like a nice guy, but the sooner you realize that you have to make your own way in the world, the better off you will be." Words I carried with me the rest of my life.
The following summer, still playing for him, maybe 16 years old, he drove down Main St almost one in the morning on a run for milk for his kids for breakfast. He saw me sitting on a bench in front of the bank, most likely just trying to escape the chaos at home. He stopped, told me to get in, gave me a pep talk and drove me home. My senior year, his third year teaching, job on the line, we played our hearts out for him, becoming the 4th ranked team in New York State! We met up with the #1 team, Penn Yan on a cold, miserable monsoon like day, games were cancelled all over the state, it was there where we suffered our only defeat that year, among our opponents, two future NFL players! It was a tough loss, but none the less, we learned from the experience. This man didn't just teach football, he taught sportsmanship, teamwork, taking pride in all that you do, right down to always making sure you took pride in yourself, always looked presentable, jersey tucked in and chin strapped buckled, never to embarrass yourself or your team in any act of unsportsmanlike conduct. One of the oldest football rivalries in the country (over 90 years) was Herkimer –vs- Ilion. He told us, it doesn’t matter what your record is your senior year, 20 years from now, you will ALWAYS remember who won the Ilion game! Well, indeed we did that, as well as the rest of our games, bringing to Herkimer the first championship in over 21 years! After the season ended, he took Rick Brown Erich Nagele & myself on a weekend tour visiting colleges in Pennsylvania, overnighting at his parents home in Sayre PA. He was determined to help us play college ball if that's what we wanted to do.
Not long after my Sr. year, Coach was very ill, hospitalized in Boston, and I found myself driving his family out there to see him, the kids were in the back seats, so afraid of what would happen to their father. God was good and healed this great man, so that we all would have him in our lives for so many more years to come.
Several years later when my little brother PJ became old enough to play for him, he allowed me to serve as an assistant coach, just to be around him and be a positive influence in his life. I remember him in the middle of a drill telling PJ, he had all the natural talent in the world, and if he could just find the heart and drive that is older brother had, he would be a hell of a player. This was not to degrade him, but to inspire him. Which I must say, that it did.
During his senior year of high school our father passed away, a tough thing for anybody to go through, but with the help of his teammates, Coach, family and others we all survived. One time after an argument with my mother that got out of hand, she called me to come straighten him out. I left my job in Utica and drove directly to our house. PJ was nowhere to be found, fearing what his older brother might do. An hour later, I got a phone call from Coach saying PJ was in his living room on the couch, the same couch I had frequented so many times. He was in tears, very remorseful, but afraid to come home. Coach gave me the guidance I needed to make things better. Telling PJ to go home, things would be ok, but ALWAYS be aware that there was going to be watchful eyes over him from those that loved him, and if he stepped out of line, they would be there to get him back on the right path.
Not going to college, I ended up in the car business, and I am pretty certain over the next 20 years or so, he never bought a new car without buying it from me. In the years to follow, at any gathering he was at, you never joined in without him telling everyone there a unique and special story about you as a player playing for him. Always, without exception making you feel special and unique… I'm talking as grown men in our 40s and 50s....
Walking into a bar on his return from Vietnam at 20, he was informed you had to be 21 to drink in California. He looked the bartender in the eye, informed him he had just witnessed enough death and destruction to last a lifetime, so please give him a beer or call the police. The bartender's reply was simply, what are you having sir?
Along our journey together, he helped me learn to understand and forgive my father for all the pain in the past. On his last day of teaching I drove to the high school to meet him and congratulate him on his retirement. Offering a hug, this tough Irish man said to me, “Timmy you know I'm not a hugger!” When I visited him in the hospital recently, passed visiting hours, non-family not allowed, sneaking into the ICU, I entered his room, he opened his eyes and said, "Timmy Marusic, I was just thinking of you, and here you are before me!" We visited briefly, he told me he didn't think he was long for this world, and then went on to tell me what a good guy I was, how my brother would have never turned out to be the wonderful father, teacher of young minds, son and husband he was had it not been for me. Always making someone feel special, right up to the end. With tears in my eyes, I assured him all the credit was his, told him that I loved him, and we said our goodbyes.....
To his wife Pat, Sean, Brandon, and Colleen, thank you for sharing this wonderful man with the rest of us. You can see from the hundreds of people chiming in that this man touched so many lives in such a positive way. As someone once said, "Don't be sad that it's over, be grateful that it happened."
Thank you for all you did for me, my family, and so many people in our community. You would be so humbled by all the love and praise that is being proclaimed in your name today. I love you Coach, until we meet again, #73 Timmy