1963 Johnston High School State Baseball Champions
Some stories shout to the world to be told. Other stories whisper. This story is of the latter kind. It took place back in 1963 in a small obscure part of the world called Johnston, R.I. Far overshadowed by events like the Kennedy assassination and the Vietnam war, I hardly noticed it occurred. I would not even be telling you this story now were it not for some recent events involving the men whom it happened to.
Partly it is a David versus Goliath story. We all like these stories and they grab our attention because we love to see the little guy kick the big guy’s butt. Perhaps the two most famous stories I can recall in this vein are the defeat of the Russian Hockey team by the US team in the Olympics. On Feb. 22, 1980, the United States beat the Soviet Union 4-3 in an ice hockey game at the Lake Placid Olympics. It was one of the biggest upsets in sports history. They called this the” Miracle on Ice.” The USA team went on to win the gold medal. Herb Brooks, the coach. was from Minnesota and was well known in our town of St Paul. He died in a car accident in 2003 and was posthumously inducted into the Hockey Hall of Fame in 2006.
The second story which most of us know is the story of Muhammed Ali versus Sonny Liston. Sonny Liston or the “Bear” as he was known was a terrifying hulk of a man whom it was said had killed men in the ring with one punch. Muhammed Ali (Cassius Clay at the time) was a young promising upstart of a boxer with quick hands and an even quicker mouth. He disturbed boxings notion of what a fighter should be and do and most boxing fans wanted to see him get his head handed to him and fully expected that he would.
The fight for the Heavyweight Championship of the world was held on February 25, 1964, in Miami Beach, Florida. Muhammed Ali (an 8–1 underdog) won in a major upset. This fight turned the boxing world upside down. It became one of the most controversial fights in the sport’s history. “Sports Illustrated labeled it as the fourth greatest sports event of the twentieth century.” — Wikipedia.
The first fight between Ali and Liston barely registered on my antenna at the time. I was finishing high school and wondering what I was going to be when I grew up. I had little or no chance of going to college and was considered one of the biggest disappointments at my high school. I was attending Johnston High School where the event that I am about to describe took place. It happened nearly sixty years ago in 1963. I am telling you this story now not because it is simply another David beats Goliath tale but because the story happening after this event is even more significant than the event itself.
Johnston High School opened in 1960. My family had just moved from Woonsocket, R.I. to Johnston R.I. for reasons that I will never know. In the years that followed, I went from being an A student to a student barely passing my classes. Teachers and other students regarded me as intelligent but lacking discipline. In my four years of high school, I achieved only one noticeable success. I did not join any clubs. I played no sports. I participated in no school activities. I went to no school sporting events. I took no doe eyed damsels to a single prom. I was twice arrested. Once for breaking and entering and once for drag racing on a public highway. My single success in high school was derided by the head of the English department as “A dark day for Johnston High School.” I won first place in a school-wide writing contest that I had loudly insulted and laughed at.
Johnston was actually “West Providence” by another name. It lay between the borders of Massachusetts and Connecticut. It would take you less than an hour to drive across the middle of R.I. We had North Providence, South Providence, and East Providence but no “West” Providence. Instead, we had Johnston. I often assumed Johnston was simply an afterthought or a poor stepchild for R.I. Comprised mostly of working-class blue-collar Italians, it was just a suburb of Providence. In 1952 when this story really begins, Johnston was a rural area with dirt roads, streams, and many farms. Today the population is over 30,000.
My friend Bob thought the town was a great place for kids to grow up. It had a volunteer fire department, a “keystone” cops police department, and an average school system although no high school until 1960. The town had approximately 5000 residents. Today the town has almost 30,000 residents. The most important (For this story anyway) part of the town was its recreation department. It offered barebones opportunities in respect to sports but it had managed to establish a little league baseball association and a teener league baseball association. You probably do not remember now but back in the fifties “Baseball” and not football was the “All American Sport.”

1958 Little League in Johnston R.I.
Every kid wanted to be like Joe DiMaggio (1936-1951) or Mickey Mantle (1951-1968) or Whitey Ford (1961-1965). Trading cards of baseball players were like finding gold and young boys spent hours collecting and trading their cards to get their favorites. The American historian Jacques Barzun said, “Whoever wants to know the heart and mind of America had better learn baseball.”
Before Johnston High School opened, most of the kids in Johnston went to other high schools around the state. In 1963, Johnston H.S. was barely three years old. It had maybe 400 students enrolled. It had no history of “Esprit de Corp” or reputation for anything. Nevertheless in 1963, Johnston H.S. won the R.I. State High School Baseball championship. At the time, there was no divisions by size for the finals in baseball, so Johnston won against much bigger and well-established high school teams. It was pitted against a Goliath (La Salle Academy) in the semi-finals for the State Championship.
La Salle Academy is a private Roman Catholic college preparatory school run by the Institute of the Brothers of the Christian Schools in Providence, Rhode Island. It was founded by the Christian Brothers in 1871. Today it has an enrollment of 1,478 students in the sixth through twelfth grades, and hosts sixty-four teams in 18 sports. In May 2005, Sports Illustrated magazine cited La Salle for having the best athletic program in Rhode Island. The schools list of alumnae would stagger you and take up the rest of this story. The same is true for its list of State Championships in football, baseball, soccer, and other sports. Back in 1963, any notion or idea that Johnston High School could beat La Salle in anything would have drawn hysterical laughter. The odds would have been fifty to one against it.
Johnston High School beat La Salle Academy 2-1, in a best-of-three state final series. The Johnston Panthers then proved that the win over La Salle was no fluke and beat Barrington High School 5-0 for the Final Championship. A miracle perhaps but the real miracle took place in the years following this event.
Athletics and the sports world in general love to regale the public with stories of how sports have made a difference in the lives of others. I am sure that you have heard how sports builds character and helps to mold the lives of young people. As often as we may have heard these claims, we have seen repeated stories of spoiled young athletes. Athletes who think the world owes them something and who squander any character building that their coaches might proclaim. I am critical of the ability of sports to instill character, but I also stand ready to acknowledge that there are instances where it does happen. That is the moral of this story. A time when character was developed.
In 1963, fourteen ragtag baseball players, two team managers and two young coaches banded (nay bonded) together to put together a championship team. That this event has been little heralded and perhaps less remembered by most of the world is not important. For the players on this team, it was a galvanizing influence on their lives.
Several years ago, a popular novel was the “Band of Brothers.” This story told of the bonds that were forged in the military during combat among the men of a platoon. There have been many tales of battlefield bonds that were forged between men of great diversity in ethnicity and ideology. The battlefield is a catalyst for such bonds. To some extent, a team represents the possibility for such bonds. A popular trope is that “There is no I in team.” Unfortunately, there are too many I’s in too many teams.
I knew many of the men that played on the Johnston baseball team of 1963. It may seem callous of me to say this, but I doubt that any of them were MLB material. One outstanding player on the team was kicked off by Coach Edward Di Simone for swearing. Di Simone said that the athlete, Robert Casey, was the most gifted man he had ever coached. Unfortunately for Bob, there was too much “I” in his demeanor at the time and he left the team for good. Later in life, Bob proved the words of Di Simone many times over by repeatedly winning the R.I. Handball Championship. Handball is not a team sport.
Bob and coach Di Simone later became good friends and maintain a friendship to this day. Bob Casey also remained friends with several of the men on the baseball team whom he had once played with. Why did this team of average players go on to win against teams with players who did go to the major leagues? I think it attests to the fact that Di Simone created a true team with men who bonded together with a common passion to play and minus the common passion to stand out and be a “superstar.” They were men who looked up and listened to coach Di Simone. The lack of ego among the players contributed to a desire to work together. As D’Artagnan said in the “Three Musketeers”, “All for one and one for all.” Senator Hubert Humphrey said that “Democracy is a system that achieves extraordinary results with ordinary people.” Great teams like the ones that Di Simone and Brooks coached were remarkable because they created bonds that laid a foundation for extraordinary results with ordinary men.

1961 Teener or Pony League
The bonds that developed between the men on the Johnston High School Baseball team were forged over many years of playing together. Years before any of them would step foot in Johnston High School, these boys had played together in the Johnston Little League and then the Johnston Teener League. They had learned to work together. They had learned what strengths and what weaknesses each player had. There were no super stars in the group. Just a bunch of kids who loved to play the game of baseball and wanted to excel at everything they did.
Coach Eddie Di Simone was recently out of college and only about ten years older than most of his players in 1963. He inherited a group of boys who had been playing baseball together for nearly five years. Bonds had already started to develop but these were honed and polished by Coach Di Simone. He believed that it was not enough to be a good ball player. He strove to instill in his team his belief in four main values. These were Simplicity, Honesty, Integrity, and Fair Play.
Coach Di Simone believed in these values, and he wanted his players to believe in them. He demonstrated them on the playing field both with his own behavior and with his expectations for the team. He was someone who practiced the values that he taught his players. Imagine any Coach today kicking one of his best players off the team for swearing? Coach Di Simone knew that after life with baseball, each of these men would go out to face a very different playing field. On the “field of life” his values of simplicity, honesty, integrity, and fair play would be much more valuable than skills at hitting, throwing, catching, and running bases.
Sixty years later many of the surviving members of the Johnston High School Panthers baseball team are still meeting regularly with their former Coach Di Simone to remember the day that they won the championship. However, they celebrate the specific day and its memories of winning less than they do the events that followed. They have not been “stuck” in the past of 1963 when they put on their cleats, took their bats and gloves, and walked out on the ball field. They have not spent the past sixty years trying to relive their “glory” days as it seems so many former high school athletes do. What they celebrate when they meet with their former coach and now friend is the bond that was forged between the team and its Coach Di Simone. It is a bond of men forged over a fire of values. The values learned on the playing field helped to make the members of the 1963 Johnston High School championship team into the successful men that they have become in life. That is the real story here.
Coach Di Simone is now 89 years old. Amazingly, 12 of the original 14 team members remain alive and in their late seventies. A few weeks ago, at one of their meetings they bestowed a plaque on Coach Di Simone commemorating the 1963 championship and what Coach Di Simone has meant to them. As I write this, there are plans for a December meeting at Coach Di Simone’s house and dinner afterwards. The affection for their former coach is very evident in his former players. (NOTE: This meeting took place in December of 2022)
The end to this story will be written in the future. To paraphrase Abe Lincoln, “The world will little note, nor long remember what I say here, but it should never forget the real reasons why these men became who they are today.” In a world awash with narcissism and egotism, it is comforting to find that upstanding values can still be the basis for an unshakeable bond between people as well as a basis for successful lives.
By the way, if you want to have some fun, see how many of the players you can recognize on the above pictures who are in each picture. It is interesting to see the changes from “Kids” to “Young Men.”
Appendix: Date: April 10, 2023
I have listed the names of the 14 men that were on the original 1963 Championship team along with their two coachs.
- Kenneth J. Ainley, first base
- Thomas J. Donnelly, third base
- Richard A. Esposito, utility
- William G. Geremia, utility
- Alex M. Giarrusso, catcher
- Frank E. Jasparro, left field
- Scott Moore, pitcher
- James J. Petteruti, center field
- Daniel Pisaturo, third and second base
- Ronald P. Ricci, utility
- Edward A. Skovron, second base and shortstop
- Melvin D. Steppo, third base
- David P. Taraborelli, right field
- Michael R. Ursini, utility
- Coach Ed Di Simone
- Coach Bob Smith

As with any of the constitutional amendments there is a certain, indeed I would say “high” degree of ambiguity as to the limits of what the Founding Fathers meant by their words. We know for instance that they did not mean that you could slander or libel anyone with your words. We know that they did not mean that you could yell “fire” in a crowded theater. We also know that there are many instances of what the Founding Fathers did not have a clue would become an interpretation for “Free Speech.” For instance, the Citizens United decision by the US Supreme Court says that the right to make political contributions is a form of free speech. This will probably go down in history as one of the most egregious interpretations of what the Founding Fathers meant. The only interpretations that seem more egregious concern several earlier court decisions regarding slavery and the buying and selling of human beings.
Recently, I read of the case of an eleven-year-old convicted of killing his stepmother. His appeal took three and a half years to come to court and then found him not guilty. On the other hand, Kari Lake, the big lie advocate and loser in the Arizona Governor’s race this past year had appeal after appeal and each one seemed to take less than two or three weeks. It takes three and a half years to get justice for an eleven-year-old wrongly convicted of murder, but Lake got trial after trial for her baseless and politically motivated claims that they “stole” the election from her. This same scenario has played out repeatedly in the past few years. Poor people with no money wait years to get a “fair hearing” while rich bottom feeders like Lake walk in and out of court on an almost daily basis.









It was so obvious; I do not know why I did not realize it before. She is the Landlord of the Bed! She is the Lord and High Ruler of all the States and both Regions of our bed. I want no responsibility for it. I only want my rights. Like most Americans today, I want my rights, but I don’t want any responsibilities. If the covers and blankets all end up on my side of the bed, it is not my fault. It is all Karen’s fault. She should be the only one to blame. A good landlord is responsible for making sure that their tenants are comfortable and that the facilities are in good working order.
Do you suffer from Seriosity? Websters On-Line Dictionary defines Seriosity as “The quality or state of being serious.” It further states that the first identified use of the word was in 1505 CE. Symptoms identifying a person suffering from Seriosity include: earnestness, graveness, sedateness, soberness, solemness, and staidness. “For instance, John was no fun to be around. He was always so serious about everything.” Psychologists identified his condition as Seriosity. ICD 10 Lists the Code for this condition as 777-398-1234. The DSM-5 (The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) published by the American Psychiatric Association (APA) notes in its discussion of Seriosity the following:
A serious person will look at death and wonder why life is so serious. An unserious person will look at death and wonder why life is so funny. A serious person will look at the inequalities of human existence and wonder how God could have been so flawed in his design capabilities. An unserious person will look at Bruegel’s the “Triumph of Death” and wonder whether it is time for supper.
It is now many years later. I would not exactly describe myself as the “life of the party.” I am much more interested in why people waste time at parties anyway. Drinking and talking with people you probably will never see again does not seem like a good use of time. In all seriousness, being too serious can seriously hurt your social life and even your sex life. Who wants to be around someone who is doom and gloom all day long. Day after day, never seeing the bright sunshine that lurks just behind those damn rain clouds. Not appreciating that one day, everything that you think is really and truly wrong with the world, may just be proven right in the future. Serious people need to look to the future more with a serious amount of faith and hope.









This past Thursday I attended a meeting for a new Veterans group that had recently formed in our town. There were three people at a table in front of the group (two men and a woman) and about 20 or so people in chairs facing the table. The two men whom I assumed were leaders mentioned that the key-note speakers, someone from the Arizona Posse and someone from the Pinal Country Sheriffs department may or may not make the meeting. Apparently there had been a few recent killings in area and both groups were lending support to the Casa Grande Police department. The woman in front was the spouse of one of the men leading the group. She was also the club secretary.


Now in America today, we have five political perspectives arranged along a continuum. On the extreme right, we have the “extreme conservatives” as they may think of themselves. However, they are fascists and anti-democratic in symbols, outlook and beliefs. On the extreme left we have a smaller group who might think of themselves as progressives or socialists but in the minds of many on the right they are “card carrying communists.” Indeed, some of the extreme left-wing do fit this perspective. Slightly to the right of center we have the true conservatives and slightly to the left of center the true liberals. In the middle we have people who support some social programs but are fiscally conservative. We also have people in the middle who support some government but are against too much government.
One characteristic of both the extreme right and the extreme left is the inability to see perspectives different than their own. To the extremists, the world is black and white. Good and bad. Each extreme entirely rejects the perspectives of the other extreme. Each extreme feels that they are not allowed to speak but that the other extreme is. Newspapers and zealots take sides with the extremists and promote narratives designed to appeal to the extreme views exposed by each side. The ability to condone or support multiple perspectives becomes more and more difficult as a greater and greater polarization ensues. People bemoan the death of compromise but each side ladens itself with oaths and pledges guaranteed to insure that they will not try to see the world from the other side.
The result is a form of warfare between each side. The middle groups become more and more polarized as they find that they must take sides to survive. Liberals talk about the importance of listening to understand what the other side says and thinks as though this will solve the problem. It will not. Unless someone listens with an OPEN MIND, no amount of listening will make a difference. I was once approached by an employee who asked me to speak to his boss on his behalf. I asked him why he did not do it himself. I pointed out that his boss had “an open door policy.” The employee looked at me and replied: “Open door but closed mind.”
Our schools have failed us because they teach right answers and not right questions. They teach closed minds and not open minds. We have a generation who are now increasingly anti-education. We have a war against our schools by people who do not believe that schools exist to teach right thinking but only right answers. Liberal schools are boycotting right-wing fanatics and not allowing them to speak. Fox News prints daily rants against schools portraying the worst aspects of what once was a liberal education. The right wing increasingly wants a technocratic education which will result in a job that pays well. Any focus on mindfulness, morality, ethics, and integrity plays little or no role in the education system desired by the right. Those on the left believe that public education should be for the masses but ignore the needs of many rural and poor people to get a job that pays a living wage.



Here are two more recent examples of “titillating sex” that would never have passed the censors in the fifties. The first is from a song called “Love to Love You Baby” by Donna Summers from the middle seventies. Time magazine called it “a marathon of 22 orgasms.” Many singers like Beyonce and Madonna have mimicked Donna Summers in more recent songs and videos. Can you imagine if Donna Summers had a video made today to go along with this song? You can see her perform it on stage in 1976 on YouTube: 
There is a war on sex by politicians. There has always been a war on sex by politicians. It is the longest running war in the history of the world. It is not a gender war but a political war. The goal of political warfare is to alter an opponent’s opinions and actions in favor of the state’s interests without utilizing military power. Such warfare has been waged by the state against sex since the dawn of humanity.
Tom Sandoval addressed the jaw-dropping drama that he and longtime girlfriend Ariana Madix called it quits over infidelity.

