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In the Spring of 1965, Miller coached the freshman baseball team, of which I was a member. Besides the fact that we were always the only team still on the fields practicing while it was pouring rain, and that he used to take some of us to the batting cage on Friday evenings followed once or twice by driveway basketball games, he also used to drive a number of us to the away games in his convertible. In his car, for some unknown reason, Miller had a sign, kind of a small placard, that read "CLERGY." After one game and another loss, Miller was racing to get us back to school and himself off to some other escapade, when he cut-off another driver on busy Rt. 24. Astutely, the team's catcher, Pete Davenport, flashed the "CLERGY" sign to the other driver as the small contingent of the freshman baseball team and their coach, sped away. Just another of the expected antics of this intense yet fun-loving Pingry personality. Time with Miller was often unusual! Unfortunately, this is the only team I ever played on that was coached by Miller. This is something I regretted at the time and still do. Years later, however, I did manage to somewhat return the hair-raising favor - sans the "CLERGY" sign - as attempting to get him to an Amtrak train following a Baltimore alumni/ae event. Many fond memories, Vic Pfeiffer '67 | ||
The one thing about Mr. Bugliari that I'll never forget is that he was one of the first Pingry teachers that I was introduced to and that he remembered my father, who was a member of the Class of '64 and had passed away a few years before I entered Pingry. That meant a lot to me, and it was always nice to see him in the hallways or in his office or out on the soccer field. Kirk Kjeldsen
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Miller occupies a special place in my memory and in my life. He believed in me more than I did. When I was a freshman or sophomore at Pingry, I was 6'4" or 6'5" and weighed maybe 160 pounds. I had grown so fast that I was TOTALLY uncoordinated. I mean TOTALLY. In my first Junior Varsity basketball game, I held up the rest of the team going out onto the court because I was fumbling with the laces of my Converse All-Stars. When we got out onto the court and were into the lay-up drills, Miller noticed that the other team was looking at us because apparently in those days I was taller than average for those teams. So he took me aside and said to me: "Take the ball in your two hands close to the basket, jump up and jam it two-handed down into the basket." "OK, Coach," I said. So when it was my turn to receive the ball in the drill, I ran up to the basket, received the pass, took it in my two hands, and jumped up above the rim. Only problem was I came up directly under the basket and went up through the net. Minor detail..... |
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