Weston Field Athletic Complex Memories

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Williams has begun a $22 million project to renovate and reinvent the Weston Field Athletic Complex in time for the start of the fall 2014 season. The renovation will provide much-needed new facilities for participants in varsity field hockey, football, lacrosse and track and field, as well as in club, intramural and recreational sports. Emphasis is being placed on green design and the environmental stewardship of the surrounding area.

In the months since the project was announced, current and former athletes as well as spectators have been flocking to Weston to say goodbye and share their memories. Read their stories and post your own.

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We’re looking for your memories of athletic events at the Weston Field Athletic Complex that has been home to Williams football since 1886; baseball 1886-2004, track & field since 1901, field hockey since 2004 and men’s and women’s lacrosse since 2005.

Share with us your memories of athletic events at the Weston Field Athletic Complex as a fan or an Eph athlete.

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  1. Brooks Foehl ’88 says:

    Happy to share these memories from former Eph head football and head men’s and women’s track & field coach Dick Farley: http://bit.ly/18dLa07

  2. Bo Kirschen '59 says:

    I have so many fond memories of Weston Field but the 1957 Amherst game is probably the best. Both teams were undefeaed for the first time in thehistory of the series and the game got a lot of atttention from the New York Times among other media outlets. There were no NCAA Divisions in those days, rather a vague distinction between big and small colleges, the latter caegory including many current now Bowl Championship Division schools, such as Lehigh, Lafayette and the like. At the time the Lambert Trophy was awarded to the team voted best in the East and, that year, the Lambert Cup was to be awarded for the first time to the team voted best small college team. Going into the game Amherst was ranked number one, Lehigh number two and Williams number three. Some 18,000 fans turned out although, even with extra bleachers added for the occasion, Weston seated only 12,000. My roommate, Frank Read, picked up a bunch of ticket stubs which he peddled to the long line of anxious fans waiting outside the fence with the warning that they were only stubs and he couldn/t guarantee admission but, if they wanted them, they were only $5.00 apiece. He made over $300 which he blew on Mumm’s Champagne for a memorable party that evening. In the event Williams clobbered Amherst 39-14 and the Sunday “Times” featured three photos of the game including an Amherst cheerleader hanging from the north goal post entirely stripped of his clothing. Chip Ide, our star running back,scored three touchdowns. Ironically, the Lambert Cup went to Lehigh with Williams as runner up but Coach Len Watters was voted New England Coach of the Year.

  3. JP '08 says:

    My fondest memory is from my last game (’07 vs Amherst). Probably because I shouldn’t have been there.

    My experience at Williams was a bit turbulent, to say the least. I was a confused, foolish kid. I made a life’s worth of mistakes. And I spent some time in and out of school before receiving one final chance to get my life together. So when I stepped onto Weston to play Amherst that day, there weren’t too many people cashing in on bets that I would be there. Which is too bad. The payout on odds like that would have been handsome…

    I may not have deserved it. No, definitely not. But there were individuals (a few coaches and a couple of brave administrators) reluctant to shut the door on me. And the opportunity to play in that game — and to earn a Williams diploma — would become dramatically life altering. I often say now that I was going to graduate from Williams College or I was never going to graduate at all.

    It was five years earlier when Dick Farley called to talk about college plans. I had never heard of the place. I didn’t care much about school. Worse, I hated football practice with a passion. But I sure loved to play on Saturday. Besides, Coach Farley seemed to have a good way about him. So, on a bit of a whim, I chose some place called Williamstown as the place to give college a shot. The point is that, had Williams cut me loose, I may never have allowed myself to regain the whim or the self-confidence to earn a degree at all. I was as stubborn as I was self-destructive.

    But things change. As do people.

    By the time I played in that final game, I had fallen in love with the place and had even realized a passion for my studies. My perspective had changed. My world was a different place. It wasn’t the same Weston Field I had played my first game on at all.

    These days I’m a coach and a teacher. Not quite as profound as the trades of other alums, maybe. But those things I learned on and around Weston Field over the course of five years were profound. And my experiences culminated in dramatic fashion on that final day — my last dance with a game I loved, and abused. Ephs over the Lord Jeffs, 20-0. I owe my life to “someplace called Williamstown” for making me the person I am today. And I now carry a wealth of hard lessons to share with my students and players.

    Thank you, Williams College. So long, Weston Field.

  4. Sean Gleeson '07 says:

    Late September, 2006, my senior year. Still early enough in the season to be naive about our talent, we were summoned, surprisingly, to the seats of Peck Grandstand before our Friday walk-through, only a Berkshire-slumber away from our second game that year. Forecasting, I guess, the magnitude of what was before us, Coach Whalen called into duty his predecessor, Coach Farley, to say a few words to the team before 31-game-win-streak-Trinity arrived in Williamstown. Ever since he had retired, Coach Farley looked to stay out of the way, miles from the assumption that he was looking over anyone’s shoulder. So it came as a surprise that day when he appeared for the first time since we were freshman, notecard in hand, his memorable print scrawled across it, and determined to stay on task.

    The opening was mainly rehearsed material, snippets about games and players, historical Williams-Trinity stuff, straight from the “textbook.” Soon enough, he was ad-libbing, classically reprimanding us for being there, that he should be sharing these thoughts and overdue words of thanks with the people that sweat alongside him for all those years. Behind his trademark glasses, it was them, he said, that deserved to be in those seats.
    When he finished, we all scurried into stretch lines and I remember Coach Farley walking off by himself, like John Wayne, with a sense of mystery following him as he made his way to the parking lot. What came next is my favorite memory of Weston.

    Only after a few minutes or so did I realize he was still there, and that he had reemerged in top level of the press box, looking down on the reminder of our practice that autumn afternoon like the gatekeeper of Williams Football. In his own humble, deprecating way, he wanted us to know that you had to earn it, and that’s it. We won that weekend 41-16 and snapped Trinity’s winning streak on the way to an undefeated season and NESCAC championship. I like to think we achieved most of that with a heavy dose of humility and an eye in the sky that made sure we kept working hard.

  5. Fred Goldstein says:

    Happy to share this photo of my classmates at the dedication of the track given by George Steinbrenner.

    Fred Goldstein ’52
    Track Team

    George Steinbrenner at Williams

  6. Bobby G Gallagher '88 says:

    Even for those of us bigger and tougher guys who played the real manly sports — squash & tennis ! — Weston was always an inspiring place to stretch, jog, drive by…. the traditions of quality play, sportsmanship, and self-improvement always whispered to me like the black & white photos in Lasell Gymnasium. An historic pitch in the Northeast. :-)

  7. Ken Hollingsworth '79 says:

    In 1977, the last game of the football season was for the Little Three title. ABC wanted to televise the game, and at the time, that was ground-breaking. We were incredibly excited about the opportunity; much to our chagrin, though, Amherst said that they would not agree to have the game televised. We could never understand why. Amherst was a 3 touchdown favorite, and the guys on our team used this rejection as extra motivation. There was a massive overflow crowd that day, bigger than any I ever remember seeing at Weston Field, and we soundly defeated the Jeffs that day 21-13. The players on our team will never forget that magical walk up Spring Street after the game. Speaking of “magic”, I believe that Weston Field mystically provided the magic for that day. We hated to lose on that field…and on THAT day, we simply would not allow it to happen. I also want to quickly say that playing baseball on Weston Field, with that ancient grandstand, was also a real treat. Playing on the physical space of Weston Field was awesome, but it pales in comparison to the true strength of Weston Field: it allowed us to make the greatest friends in the world, friendships that are still strong over three decades later! Like so many have said before me, God Bless Weston Field!

  8. Scott E. Perry '76 says:

    Weston Field taught me how to love a gray, autumn day. With a little bite in the air, clouds swirling, echoes of the past, crowd alive, and a buzz all around, it was a beautiful place to play. Never again would I find a stadium field with long cool grass and a soft turf that seemed to cushion every fall. Weston Field was our home and we were there to defend it from anyone who might invade the purple valley.

    I remember one day in particular. I don’t remember the actual opponent or the score (CTE?) only that the outcome of the game was still hanging in the balance in the 3rd quarter when a pass was launched across midfield. I was playing defense and slipped in front of their receiver for an interception. Their offense was not pleased and as they surrounded me, I noticed my fleet footed friend, David (Vince) Libardi, running down the sideline to my right. The last thing I saw before being crushed to the turf was Vince’s two big saucer like eyes. I lateraled the ball to him and then got a good face mash of Weston Field. Beneath the pile, I could hear the muffled sound of a roar. As the bodies peeled off me, the cheers grew louder and as I pulled chunks of Weston Field from my ear hole and face mask I looked up to see Vince’s beaming smile. Apparently he had scampered some 50 yards down the sideline and scored a touchdown! It was turning into another wonderful gray day for the purple cows of Weston Field. I knew Odie, Renzie, my teammates and the crowd would be proud, but on this day, Weston Field might have even gotten Far-Far to crack a smile. That’s a really good day! Thanks Weston Field, you taught me well.

  9. Ned Dunn '74 says:

    My Weston memories are lodged in the spartan press box, broadcasting games on WCFM. I got to see the dawning of the Bob Odell era in 1971, and particularly enjoyed how much better the team was with John Murray ’72 at quarterback, as he had been my JA in Sage E. It was also fun to see classmates Dan Entwisle and Dick Nesbitt starting as sophomore DBs. I can still see LB Bob Rutkowski ’72 returning an interception about 90 yards for a touchdown, although I don’t recall the opponent. And that November, Williams and Coach Odell started a five-game winning streak over Amherst with a 31-14 victory at Weston Field.

  10. Jon Fisher '87 says:

    My fond memories of Weston began before I was an Eph, when, on the eve of my admissions interview, I tested my mettle on the Weston cinders. I chalked up my sub-par run to lag from my semi-continental station wagon ride, not knowing at the time that the “oval” was a bit plus-sized. However, the trot prepared me for the path ahead, as I matriculated as an experienced “track”-bird with a disappointing Weston performance already in my back pocket. Thirty years ago, Weston played a central role for cross country. What other team spent its practice time with the entire squad attempting field goals? Why, Space Grossman even nailed one to claim an imaginary Little 3 title! Back in those days, the cross country season ended with a football contest on Weston, pitting underclassmen against upperclassmen. These tilts were actually after the season had flipped from cross country to indoor track, technically making Dick Farley our head coach at game time. Farley must have sensed our transgressions against his prized turf, because shortly after one of these matches, B&G barred recreational play on the field, forcing subsequent games to the Gladden swamp. Thus, we XC runners became perhaps the last of Farley’s boys to make Weston gridiron appearances without having been proper pigskin material.

  11. Joe Reardon '04 says:

    I’m grateful to have a number of lifelong memories from Weston Field. In 2001, our Homecoming season finale was the first undefeated meeting between Williams and Amherst. We capped a perfect season by beating our rivals in an overtime battle that no one in that game will ever forget. Two years later, it was an honor to help close out Coach Dick Farley’s Hall of Fame career in the only appropriate manner – a win over Amherst on Weston. To top it all off in 2010, my wedding was in Thompson Chapel and after “the (reverse) walk” down Spring Street with family and friends (many of whom were Williams alumni), we had our reception at Weston Field. Truly wonderful memories.

  12. Scott Farley 2003 says:

    What springs to mind when I think of the Weston Field Athletic Complex are the wonderful moments that I have been able to share with my father there. When the track was still cinder, part of my father’s duties was to drag the surface. I recall days where he would let me sit on his lap and ride on the tractor with him. After doing so, he’d spring me off of his shoulders onto the high jump mats.

    As I grew older and found myself playing football and running track at Williams. I had the chance to play Amherst on Weston, one where both teams came into the contest undefeated. Our team hadn’t been down all season and yet we went into halftime with a deficit. After making a few adjustments, our team came back and ended up winning the game 23-20 in overtime. Moments after the game I got the chance to hug my father, we both swelled up with emotion, a moment I shall carry always.

    Its been stated that, “the thing about football – the important thing about football – is that it is not just about football.” The way in which my father lives his life is the same way he coached; principles are not situational. The self-discipline, accountability, workman’s attitude, and courage to understand the hard thing to do and right thing to do are often the same, is the standard that he lives by. I’ve been blessed to have him as my father and it makes me proud to hear and see that those that have worked alongside him or have had him as their coach recognize the same values that he has instilled in me as his son and athlete when I was at Williams.

    The focal point that will always remain special about Williams is OUR people and the lessons learned on Weston Field will hopefully remain as those about life.

  13. Tim Layden '78 says:

    Fall 1973. As a high school senior I was a football “recruit” who lived 90 minutes from Williamstown. Drove down for the Amherst game with my father and picked up tickets left by coach Joe Dailey (R.I.P.). This game has been referenced by several others, including Dave Reimann, who played such a part in the outcome. Was awestruck when Amherst scored first on a deep post route to Freddie Scott, who looked like no football player I had ever seen. Was baffled when Williams came out for the second half with an entirely new backfield, a quarterback wearing No. 22 (Bill McMillan) and a wishbone option offense. Williams’s 31-14 victory that day is a part of Eph lore. (Years later I would interview Freddie for a story about his son, then a star WR at Penn State; we would share some Little Three memories and he was still deeply pained by that senior year defeat).

    As a student, I viewed Weston Field from the press box, first reporting on, and then broadcasting games (with fellow ’78ers John Bessone and Dan O’Connell; our broadcasts were only loosely connected to the action on the field).

    In the fall of 1995, I was assigned by Sports Illustrated at the last minute to cover the “Biggest Little Game in America,” and rushed up from my home in CT to conduct a series of Friday interviews with Williams and Amherst players and coaches. Alas, the Weston Field that we all love had been turned to quicksand by a wet autumn and the game was a parody of modern football, ending in a 0-0 tie. Freddie Scott would have looked slow on that field. There was no story in SI that week, but there was a picture of Eph tailback Jamal Pollock face-planted in the muck, a reminder of why this week’s is the last game on this historic, but uncertain ground.

  14. Carl Liss '53 says:

    I am a rabid Williams football fan and have attended over 200 games at home and away.
    My vote for the all time greatest game is 1997 vs Amherst at Weston.
    The emotions were heart stopping as we surged ahead only to fall behind then catch up within one point. With 7 seconds to go, we lined up for a long field goal try by Colin Vataha, who had never kicked one for us. It went thru the uprights and we won 48-46.
    The all time worst weather story goes back to 1950. Overnight, it snowed several inches and the whole school turned out to hand shovel the field. Undeterred by the horrible field conditions, John Kulsar and Joe Ferri, shredded the Union College defense. The score was 40-0 at the end of the third quarter. The opposing coaches met as the chain gang reversed the field and agreed the outcome was certain and the field conditions were a risk of serious injury to the players. They agreed the game was over.

  15. Adam Bloch '06 says:

    Calling football games for WCFM with Paul Morgan, Zach Ulman, and Aaron Pinsky, who never saw a kickoff or punt he didn’t describe as “a high, end-over-end kick.” And, of course, the undefeated 2006 season.

  16. Alec Clement '49 says:

    Born in N.A. Father Class of ’26 –captained football and I believe baseball team as well. As a little boy remember visiting Weston and the family photo albums are filled with pictures of Williams football and baseball players of that day with Weston always in the background. #1 son inherited none of father’s athletic abilities but sat thru many football games when I attended Williams 43-49.

  17. Peter Glick says:

    In 1957 the Williams-Amherst game was played at Williams. Both teams were 7 – 0. The Purple Key guys (I think) circulated bumper stickers saying: Let’s Make Amherst 7 -1. It was big stuff at the time and feelings ran high. In the Freshman Quad, we were being told that we had to defend the goal posts at game’s end. We developed a defense strategy and vowed they would not fall. Williams won the game, helped, no doubt, by me and two friends who, at halftime raced onto the field and tackled a few Amherst guys who were marching behind our band. At game’s end, Amherst attacked only one goalpost (the one nearest town), and the big melee took place there. One Amherst guy got up to the cross bar and hung from it. It became clear that if he could break it the posts would fall. He hung on gamely but finally came down when all his clothes were stripped from him by my clawing classmates. We considered it a great victory and that we had “become a class” in that action. A photo of the stripped Amherst guy being pulled down, was published in a newspaper. I want to say the NY Times, but I am not sure.

  18. Annie Ko says:

    My memory is slightly fuzzy, but in 1976, the band marched from Chapin to the field on game days. We practiced the Stanford method of random marching, and Brownian motion formation. We played occasional inappropriate songs, and generally had a great time. I do remember it was cold to blow on the mouth piece of the trumpet, and sometimes kept the mouth piece in my pocket.

  19. Mike Schloat '01 says:

    April, 1993: As an eighth-grader, dragged along to watch my older brother run for Hamilton in the Williams Relays, I spent the day huddled with my mother in an empty room in the press box as Weston Field is exposed to every variety of precipitation imaginable over the course of the meet. I recall my mother expressing her disbelief that the meet would go on as cold raindrops transformed into fat, wet snowflakes, and ultimately into a biting sleet that fell from leaden clouds. The Postman’s Creed echoed in my thirteen-year-old brain: “Neither snow nor rain…,” but the meet kept going.

    April, 2001: My last Williams Relays as an Eph. Breaking the tape as the anchor leg of our winning 400m relay was nice, but even better was the warm spring sunshine that kept the meet — and my mother, back again; “If it sleets again, so help me…” — warm and memorable.

    Too many practices and meets to remember individually the great times around Weston Field. Thanks to Coaches Farwell, Farley, Brooks & Morwick, for making that field such a special place to so many runners, jumpers, and throwers.

    Maybe I’ll bring Mom back one more time to watch the Willams Relays on the new facility, umbrella, knit hat, and sunscreen at the ready.

  20. Martin Kohout '81 says:

    At a football game at Weston Field during my sophomore year, I think – can’t remember the opponent – I was introduced to the arcane art (?) of funnelating by a group of fellow Mark Hopkins House residents, all Class of ’80, who shall remain nameless. I remember wondering beforehand what in the world “funnelating” could be, and why they seemed to have brought crutches but no actual funnels. And then I understood: they started lobbing water balloons over the field and into the opposing bleachers, using the crutches and rubber tubing as a sort of gigantic slingshot. Brilliant!

  21. Steve Saunders '77 says:

    To me, Weston field was a golf driving range. We didn’t have a range at Taconic so some of us on the golf team couldn’t wait for football to end and the range to open up. Football …. what is that? Why would you waste your time at a football game when you could be playing one of the best golf courses in the world?

  22. Jennifer Nail '03 says:

    My father took me to Williamstown for the first time when I was about a year old. We stayed at the Berkshire Hills Motel, where legend has it I took my first steps while my father was playing golf at the Taconic.

    Later that day, I was taken to Weston Field and my father took a picture of me (and my ever present teddy bear) in front of Weston Gate. My father loved that picture, and showed it to me many times over the years as he reminisced about his time in Billsville (the story of Carter House and Constantine is forever burned in my memory). Though I responded to these tales with the obligatory adolescent eye roll, I was the first to insist that my picture be taken at the Weston Gate when I was dropped off at Williams to begin my own wonderful four years there. I will certainly miss the old Weston and the memories it holds for my family, but am thrilled that the bathrooms will FINALLY be renovated!

  23. Jim Barns '69 says:

    Over the years as I emerged from an introvert to an extrovert, I have made friends with several Ephs of different generations. One was Randy Winston ’32. He did not graduate because his father’s death took him back to their dairy farm. He was an Eph pitcher and forever an Eph. For over 50 years, he played the drums in a Dixie Land combo called The Colonels. Randy was a great character. We traveled together to Richmond and D.C. to see the Williams/Amherst game. I have a great photo of us – Randy in his broad straw hat and Purple Cow vest. I could provide a number of great anecdotes but will get back to Weston. He learned that the field was to be overhauled and there was to be a dedication. He feared that it would be named after George Steinbrenner. Randy got in his car on his mission to Williams. I wish that I had gone with him. Standing in the cold with a sparse crowd he learned that the field had been dedicated to the beloved Bobby Combs (whom Steinbrenner would have fired no doubt). Randy got Alzheimer’s and on one of my last visits with him I gave him a baseball to hold.

  24. Ryan Powell '09 says:

    November 2007, shutting out Amherst 20-0 on a beautiful fall afternoon in the presence of Chris Fowler, Lee Corso, Kirk Herbstreit, Desmond Howard and the rest of the College GameDay crew… enough said.

  25. Jim Barns '69 says:

    I was not present for perhaps the greatest Weston Field memory. I had dropped out my senior year and my only regret is missing the Amherst game. We were undefeated with one win away from a undefeated season. There is a photo on the Internet (Google: Jack Maitland) that captures the key moment. It is one of the greatest storytelling photos ever. In the background one sees the score, Amherst ahead 10-7, a little over 3 minutes to go. Charlie Bradbury has just thrown a pass to Jack Maitland in the backfield who, mud covered, has jumped to take it in, Two predatory Jeffs are approaching. Jack, that great player got through them and went 65 yards to win the game. For decades I had wondered how he got past those guys. At my 40th reunion, on the final morning, I found out about that play from Capt. Dick Peinert and WR Sandy Smith. Sandy: “I saw Jack was in trouble and I came back and threw the block of my life!”He then remembers being piled on by teammates and fans. What a finish to a college career.

    • Dick Peinert says:

      Thanks for the promotion, Jim.. Just an offensive guard, tho I was “captain” for a day last year at Amherst for the coin toss. Jon Petke asked me to fill in and I was given the OK by Lisa Melendy to do it.

      Re ’67 win over Amherst, Denny Kelley was captain

  26. Williams Fan says:

    On May 10, 1975 MLB scouts were in the stands in Williamstown to
    see Pete Eshelman pitch in a baseball game vs. Amherst College. In his previous
    start he had tossed a no-hitter, but on this day Amherst beat him and Williams 6-1.
    As well, Amherst’s Paul Horan, who has a son now at Williams College,
    doubled off Eshelman to set a then all-time Amherst record for doubles
    in a season. He tells me he will be at Saturday’s final game at Weston, and will be rooting for the Ephs.

  27. David Weck '92 says:

    Two events on Weston Field stand out most for me. Number one, the first perfect football season during my sophomore year and two, our controversial loss to Trinity College during my senior year.

    My class (’92) came into Williams during Coach Farley’s second year as head coach. We went 6-1-1 our first year and the next season it seemed we were destined to fulfill Captain Brian Steven’s prediction of an undefeated season. The big obstacle standing in our way of being unbeaten was always game three against Trinity.

    My father came to every varsity game I played in and before the Trinity game my sophomore year he asked Coach Renzie Lamb how we were going to do against Trinity that day? Coach Lamb replied, “Well, they are bigger than us, they are stronger than us, but that’s OK because they are also faster than us too. We’re going to beat them today – no doubt about it.”

    The Trinity game that day was a thriller. When we walked off the field victorious we all knew a perfect season was within our grasp and that is the way the season seemed to be going until a few minutes into the Amherst game. We were immediately down 14-0 and I can remember feeling “this can’t happen. We can’t lose this game.”

    Coach Lamb delivered several Legendary halftime speeches in the quonset hut by the field during my four years. That day against Amherst there were no chairs flying, no walls broken, instead just a “stay cool, play the way we know we can and we will win this game” masterpiece. Renzie knew how to connect with us and get us motivated to perform as individuals and come together as a team to play at an exceptional level. The confidence he instilled in us and the play of Ted Rogers and Rich Williams as well as an electrifying offense enabled us to come back in the second half and win the game in dramatic fashion.

    There is a famous photo of the sideline erupting in elation as the Amherst game was cinched. Standing in the middle of that photo is Coach Farley with his signature stern and stoic expression. The game was not officially over at that moment and Coach Farley’s commitment and dedication to winning, which was so thorough to the end, was captured to a T in that photo.

    One of the principle reasons we were so good was our coaching. We were simply better coached than any other team we played the entirety of my four years at Williams. Coach Farley and his entire coaching staff were a true blessing to us. The experience of playing for these coaches was so formative for all of us fortunate enough to play football at Williams during those years.

    Coach Farley was also my positional coach and he is the one who taught me the X’s & O’s of the game. I left Williams with a PhD in football. A number of my teammates went on to coach football and I believe Coach Farley set the example that they aspired to follow.

    Our perfect season was matched by another one the next year during my junior year and we had the longest winning streak in the nation going at that time.

    My senior year the streak ended against Trinity. The game as usual could not have been more exciting. The game had ended and we had won. But then the referees put time back on the clock, which gave Trinity a second chance. They scored to win and ended our undefeated streak.

    If I could play that game over again, I would have called for a timeout before they snapped the ball to score on that last play. They emptied their back field and spread out our coverage and caught us on our heels. We had literally just celebrated a huge victory moments before this play and the fans had rushed onto the field in celebration. After that game Coach Farley told us that this was a moment when we would truly get to learn what we were made of and who we were. He said winning is easy to handle but it is in losing when you are put to the test and develop character.

    The loss to Trinity doesn’t stick in my throat so much because it served as a life lesson of tremendous value.

    Playing football at Williams forged special friendships and created a brotherhood of young men who will never forget the highs and lows experienced on Weston Field.

  28. Alan F, Brooks says:

    As an old opponent in football and track from Wesleyan and the father of Rebecca Brooks, Williams’00, Ethan Brooks Williams’96 and Fletcher Brooks, former Williams track and field coach, I have many, many memories of Weston Field, most of them fond ones. The two that stand out, however,have a curious historical connection. Both are bittersweet, both involved football, lots of rain and mud,and both ended scoreless.

    In the fall of 1956, my sophomore year at Wesleyan, we were on Weston Field in lousy weather. While I was in a bruising battle in the miserable mud with Karl Schoeller, a tough customer, both teams spent the entire afternoon slushing from one end of the field to other in what ended up in an equally miserable 0-0 tie.

    39 years later,in the fall of 1995,on another even sloppier, muddy Weston Field,I watched as Williams,going for its second consecutive undefeated and untied season,faced a resilient Amherst team. In the closing moments of the game,Williams had moved the ball close to the Amherst goal line. As he had done on other successful occasions, Coach Farley called for his “mutant offense” which consisted of substituting on the left side of the line two quite large and strong defensive players, Eric Minkowitz and Ethan Brooks, for the play to run behind. Unfortunately, due to the condition of the field, the ball never made it into the runner’s hand and the whole world, it seemed to us, knew that Amherst had beaten Williams, 0-0.

  29. John Allen says:

    In the Spring of 1959, Holy Cross played Williams in baseball on Weston Field. Little did I know then that Williams’ players Bruce Grinnell and Bob Stegeman would be good friends some 50+ years later.

  30. Dick Quinn says:

    Dick Peinert ’69 was right about Wayne Wilkins ’41 being featured in Sports Illustrated in the December 20, 1965 issue as a Silver Anniversary Award Winner from the 1940 season.

    After playing the QB in the Ephs’ single-wing attack, where he was basically a blocking back, Wilkins who also lettered in baseball went on to become one of the nation’s leading thoracic surgeons. “Wilk” as he is commonly known now, related that a surgeon is part of a team and from his Eph football days he learned to value the discipline needed to be successful.

    Read SI story here online http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/vault/article/magazine/MAG1078031/index.htm

    Hat tip to Tim Layden ’78 at Sports Illustrated for finding the link.

  31. Dorothy W. Reinke says:

    As a small child, occasionally on a Saturday afternoon I was left in the “care” of my older bother, “Tank” Wilson. With several other boys joining in, it was decided that we would “sneak” into a Williams College football game on Weston Field. So protesting with tears, I was forced to crawl through the culvert for Christmas Brook on Latham St. Despite wet shoes, we were successful, and I “witnessed” my first Williams College football game! (Don’t ask me who won!)
    Dorothy W. Reinke

  32. Wayne Wilkins '41 says:

    Sensing that there will not be many memories submitted from the pre-World War II era, I belatedly am reporting one. I don’t have any of the social media communication devices. For that I use my 94 years to apologize.

    I played football and baseball on Weston field, three years each Fall of 1938 to spring of 1941, I have chosen a football game from the season of 1939; it’s by far my most vivid memory. I have also checked the Williams Record issue of November 21, 1939 for this game, with Amherst!

    Here’s the setting. Williams had a record of 1 and 6; does that suggest a similar time? I haven’t been able to verify the Amherst record, possibly undefeated. Williams went into halftime leading 9-0 on a 35-yard pass from Herb Holden ’42 to Brad Wood ’40 and a 35-yard field goal by Shawn Meehan ’41.

    Amherst blocked a punt in the third quarter resulting in a safety and Farman scored a TD on a ne-yard buck, but the extra point was missed (as was Williams’ after its TD). With the score now 9-8 Williams, Amherst marched relentlessly as the final quarter wound down, reaching inside the 20-yard line with 2 minutes remaining.

    Then, THE PLAY. Harvey Potter ’40 intercepted a pass and ran 87 yards to score, which beat Amherst 16-8. I can’t do justice to the run, weaving in and out allowing great blocks, a team effort. It’s a shame the game movie did not survive. It was a Williams win over Amherst for the first time since 1935. What a thrill !!!

    • Dick Peinert '69 says:

      Doc Wilkins forgot to mention that he too is a Williams legend so I will do it for him. Written up by SI with the likes of Whizzer White as one of the top 25 student athlete high achievers of the 20th Century. Dick Quinn must have that article somewhere. As a former surgical student if his, just a superb surgeon and human being. A long and storied career as a thoracic surgeon at Mass General and for many years a team doc for the Bruins

  33. udaipur says:

    Great memories of many wins and a very few losses on Weston and Bobby Coombs Fields

  34. Jim Roy '91 says:

    Camping on Weston

    In loving memory of one of the greatest teammates I ever had – Khari Baten.

    After graduating from Williams College and having great success playing on the football team, I came back home for Homecoming weekend at Williams. After meeting many friends and reminiscing for what seemed like only minutes, it was time to ‘hit the crib’ and my friends and I headed our separate ways. As I left the “Purple Pub” I realized my desire to play a game of football just one more time had been augment by our wonderful discussions. I looked at Khari as we departed and said, “We’re going to Weston Field”. The moon was bright and the sky was clear – Weston Field was a wonderful sight to behold. The memories that we had exchanged over the past few hours unfolded in my mind as I stepped onto the cool, green grass. I walked to the goal line and remembered touchdowns scored. I jogged to the 20 and remembered check downs and line calls. I ran to the 50 and recalled our Friday practices and I sprinted to the opposite goal line recalling our first 8-0 season. Khari and I laughed! The great memories and accomplishment we had provided an overwhelming feeling of joy. That night we discussed ‘Having the Edge’ (a story for another time) and began a tradition that we would continue each and every homecoming game we could attend. Khari simply called it “Walking the Field”. I can recall many fond memories with Khari and other friends and teammates walking the field late Friday night before homecoming games.

    Legend has it that Khari and I, along with a few other friends, decided to camp-out on the 50-yard line one night after Walking the Field. The legend states that one Officer Dave Boyer (now Head of Security) was patrolling campus late Friday night when he saw some activity on the 50 yard line of Weston. Officer Boyer believed some Amherst folk were trying to vandalize the field. The legend states that upon arrival to midfield, Officer Boyer recognized the beautiful Williams’ underclasswomen participating in the midfield camp-out and was happy to know that a former head of Student Security was ‘staking-out’ Weston field that night……………and the tradition became the legend of Walking the Field.

  35. Joyia Chadwick Yorgey '05 says:

    Weston field holds the strongest place in my memory as the site where I (mostly) defeated my fear of the high hurdles. As a mid-distance runner turned heptathlete, I had never before run the hurdles but suddenly faced the necessity of having to cross 10 of them, as fast possible, in my new chosen event. I spent each spring at Williams doing endless drills on the straightaway in front of the press box, slowly gaining speed and confidence. Under the watchful guidance of Dick Farley, Fletcher Brooks, and other coaches, I gained strength and technique in all seven events. But it was on the Plansky track that I first successfully three-stepped an entire race. And also the track where I first broke the Williams heptathlon record (2003) and qualified for the DIII national championships.

  36. Ted Rogers '91 says:

    I don’t have much to add to what Brian Stevens (Boz!) said about the 1989 perfect season and the Amherst game, except to thank him for the kind words and to add that, to this day, I haven’t met a more authentic, humble and effective leader than Brian. He was a “single captain” — rare — and the only one we needed for Williams’ first perfect season.
    In addition to that magical day in November against Amherst, our come from behind victory against Trinity (two touchdowns in last 90 seconds on Weston Field) in the third game of the season was unforgettable.
    As time passes, memories of Williams football, my teammates and Weston Field become more precious and I can only hope that everyone gets to experience moments in their lives like the ones we were blessed with during that time.

  37. Mike Hackett '04 says:

    Like many other Ephs, it is hard to narrow down a favorite memory on Weston Field. If I had to pick just one, it would have to be the Amherst game our senior year — but not for the usual reasons. I remember huddling with the offensive line and running backs on Cole Field on Friday night after our final practice. Coach Whalen told us: “Every year, this game is about the seniors. But not this year. This year it is about Coach Farley.” Rumors had been swirling — but not confirmed — that the 2003 season would be Coach Farley’s last. In true Farley fashion, he never stated that it would be his last game — presumably because he did not want to put any additional pressure on our team. But we all sensed it. For so many years, Coach Farley had given everything he had to his players, never asking for or expecting anything in return. The fact that I was able to play a small part in helping to send Coach Farley off with a win against Amherst in his final game on Weston Field is something that I will never forget.

    Mike Hackett ’04

  38. Tony Parise '73 says:

    So many great memories – two stand out – first time ever stepping onto Weston Field, Fall 1969, Freshman Football – just had our first pep talk from Coach Lamb. I remember how truly privileged and special it felt to step on that beautiful grass field representing Williams and thinking how few got to experience that feeling. Second was junior year after upsetting previously undefeated Amherst in our class’s only home Amherst game on Weston Field, and “Walking” up Spring St. in celebration all the way back to Cole when the bus could not leave the small jammed parking lot.

    • Gregg Peterson '72 says:

      The Amherst game in November 1971 found me in the stands at Weston Field with my camera. In the post-game euphoria of that first win after three years of losses, I was wandering up Spring Street with only 3 frames left on my role of film. Thanks to a faulty bus, and the excitable impatience of the very large #76, Dave “Tank” Shawan ’72, the team embarked on the first “Walk”. As the team swept up Spring Street from Weston, I took my last three photos, one of which is now hanging in The Log with the names of everyone who earned that Walk and started a great tradition.

  39. Kevin Caton says:

    1983 game against Tufts, Williams was behind by 14 points with only a couple minutes left. Ephs scored a touchdown, failed on 2-point conversion attempt (a questionable mathematical and strategic decision trailing by 8), and did not recover the onside kick. But Tufts did not get a first down and had to punt. Ephs had less than 30 seconds left and no timeouts deep in their own territory, trailing by 8 points, and the game seemingly ended with a receiver tackled near midfield. But Tufts was called for a facemask penalty, and after the yardage was marched off, Williams had one untimed play from the Tufts 35 yard line or so. A pass to the end zone was brilliantly caught one-handed as the receiver fell backwards, and Williams converted the two-point play to “win” the game 35-35 (no overtime back then). At least, from memory, that is what I recall. Crazy ending.

  40. Ernie Imhoff '59 says:

    October 11, 2013: A Williams Townie at Weston Field.
    Items from the 1948 diary of an 11-year-old Williamstown boy, Ernie Imhoff, as the young reporter and Williams fan recorded events on Weston Field and elsewhere.

    “Monday May 31: Today we painted the garage door. At 10 o’clock we and other cub scouts went up to Main and Water Sts. to form the Memorial Day parade. We marched through Spring Street where many people were watching us. Then we went to the college cemetery. Don Clark gave the Gettysburg Address. Dr. Johnson of Williams College talked about Russia and Communism. Someone keeled (fainted) right over into the Girl Scouts. Then we went to East lawn Cemetery. At 12 we went home. At 2:30 there was the Amherst vs. Williams baseball game on Weston Field. They led until the next to last inning, 3-0. Then we got 4 runs right in a row. Then Ditmar hurled three outs in a row. He struck 2 guys out in the ninth. There were many people there. The Transcript said 3,000. The ones who came home were (on Amherst team) McNeish, Bowen and McKean, and (on Williams team) Brownell, Goodell, Delisser and Ditmar. We won 4-3. The positions on the Williams team: 19-Schmidt,cf; 27-Lesage, 33; 35-Owen-rf; 2-Young (Capt.), 1b; 25-Brownell-2b; 31-Goodwell –c; 24-Delisser-3b; 6-Ditmar-p; 24-Mason-lf. We won-4-3. Boo ta Amherst. I will paste the record on the next page. Please turn.”

    [The complete Transcript story on the next page is headlined “Williams Rallies in 8th To Down Amherst Rival.” The story’s second sentence: “A line drive to center field by Ralph Mason, Williamstown boy playing left field for the home team, which sent two runs across the plate, climaxed the big inning for the Purple. Up until the eighth frame Williams had been held scoreless.” Area Williams players included Don LeSage of North Adams and George Ditmar of Pittsfield, who “hurled a steady game throughout. He struck out two in the ninth, a pinch hitter and the final batter to end the game in a blaze of glory for Coach (Bobby) Coombs’ team.” Williams losses received a virtual brushoff: “St. Michaels beat Williams 8-0.”
    Imhoff meanwhile was playing second base and center field for the Midgets in the junior division of the Junior Baseball League sponsored by the American Legion on Walter G. Mitchell School Field on School Street. This Midget batted .429 that season but never reached beyond C Squad on any larger nine but did write a sports column (“Toeing The Rubber”) for the Williamstown High School Spirit.]

    “Saturday October 2: Trinity beat the “Ephmen” 33-6 at home. We saw the football game. We snuck in under the fence at Weston. Peter Delisser made a 95-yard run.”

    “Saturday October 23: Williams beat Tufts 13-14 in a tight game at Weston. Tufts was supposed to win. I hope we beat Union, Amherst and Wesleyan. Duffield and Mahoney of Williams got hurt. It was an exciting game.” The Transcript story [“Williams Upsets Tufts by Margin of One Point”, pasted into the diary, said “Both elevens rang up two touchdowns but the home team annexed the accompanying marker with place kicks on each occasion while Tufts’ second attempt which would have knotted the score had it been successful, was blocked as the entire right side of the Williams line swarmed over the booter.” The diary noted it was not a good Little Three football year for Williams. [On November 6, “Today Wesleyan beat Williams 28-7. But Williams did beat Wesleyan in soccer, 1-0.” On November 13, “Amherst beat Williams 13-7. It was a close game.” Yet on November 4 the diary reported “It was raining. The Williams track men won the Little Three track meet.” The diary was switching its interest to politics and reported another upset. Tuesday November 2: “Today we voted in school. After school, Miss Brown told us that 57 were for Dewey and 42 for Truman. I voted for Truman.” Diary next day reported: “Truman is our President. It was a very close vote. We took our cocker Blondie to obedience class. Blondie was not so good today, so she was put back in the kindergarten class.”

    Weston Field lit a fire under Imhoff as a kid but a few years later his interests changed. When watching games as a Williams student and Transcript reporter, he was distracted sometimes from the field of play by gazing at surrounding hills he could see and knew first hand on foot–Pine Cobble, Mount Williams, Berlin Mountain and The Dome.

    Ernie Imhoff, townie and Williams 1959

    • Frank Thoms says:

      Ernie,
      You certainly captured those days! Dleightful to see Weston thru your eyes, much like mine at the time.
      Thanks. Hope you are well.
      Tommy
      (now in San Miguel de Allende MX)

      • Ernie Imhoff '59 says:

        Frank,
        Thanks very much for your nice comment. It was so much fun growing up in Williamstown. I admired your dad a lot; Williams sports were the big leagues for me. I’ve been following your reports over the years with special interest lately in your move to Mexico. I’m delighted it’s working out well. With our lower leg mobility issues, we’re staying put in Baltimore but having a good time leading local tours from our seniors place. I once had my eye on climbing Popo or Orizaba but waited too long and got diverted to other hills and an old Liberty ship. My best to you all, Ernie.

  41. Steve Piltch says:

    Having graduated more than 36 years ago, I have few memories that I am sure are accurate…I hope I am right about some of them….I vividly remember the 1973 football game with Amherst. They came in undefeated (I think) and Williams was about 5-2. Amherst was the heavy favorite and had All-American Freddie Scott at wide receiver. (He may still be their all time leading receiver; unless I am mistaken, he went on to have a pretty good professional career. And, I think his son, also Fred Scott, went to Penn State and then to the pros as well.) We had our own wonderful players, Harry Jackson and Scott Perry, who ended up starting at cornerback for the Cincinnati Bengals, among others. Although Amherst was undefeated, the Ephs made some changes in the offense and completely overwhelmed them…they were shocked and Williams was delirious. (I learned later that from DQ (Dick Quinn), who does such a wonderful job as SID, that the Ephs switched to the wishbone and featured Dave Reimann and caught Amherst off guard. Renzie Lamb, who was the varsity lacrosse coach (The field is named for him!) and an assistant coach for football, had seen on film that Amherst could not stop the Wesleyan wishbone and Reimann had run the wishbone in practice the week before Williams played Amherst. It was a great way to celebrate a first homecoming…It is the first time I remember hearing The Mountains sung with meaning

    In similar fashion, I remember homecoming each of the next three years, two with Wesleyan and one with Amherst. I remember us winning all of those games; the next one with Amherst, my junior year, was especially nice because it gave the football team an undefeated (7-0-1) season; the guys played really well sand we won handily — Jimmy Baldwin was definitely one of the quarterbacks … In fact, we won the Little Three the first three years outright and tied for it the fourth year.

    During my years at Williams, I loved the sense of community one felt at Weston. At that point, the home side stands were on the opposite side from where they are now. I loved that they filled regularly (but especially for Homecoming) and the sense of camaraderie and community that existed. Of course, the drinking age was 18, and it was not unusual to have students in somewhat altered states (especially by the end of games).

    It is funny though, I do not remember the specifics of too many games at this point…I think the football team went 6-2, 7-1, 7-0-1, and 4-4 during my four years as a student. And though I came back to a number of Homecoming games after I graduated, I have no recollections of the games (or the outcomes) though I have vivid memories of the time spent with friends who were also returning….Ironically, as the specific memories become fewer, my feelings for Williams continue to grow more intense. Of course, part of that may be caused by the fact that two of our kids have gone there and had such fabulous experiences…It is a wonderful place.

    • Dave Reimann says:

      As a very, very lucky man who played football on Weston Field, I have game memories, moment memories, and people memories.

      First, the game memories–I will never forget the good fortune of getting into the 1973 Amherst game as a second string running back in a newly designed Wishbone offense. I will never forget having our offensive line blow open the very surprised Amherst defense so completely that, within about 60 seconds of game time at the end of the first half, I took a quick hitting dive play up the middle for a 60-yard score and an option pitch around the left end for another 17-yard score. And I will never forget how that upset victory over an unbeaten Amherst team reminds me today of the potential that lies within each of us.

      Next, the moment memories–-standing with Rodney Geier on the 5 yard line at Weston Field games during our senior year, as the 2 deep kickoff return men, helmets off as the band plays our National Anthem just before the kickoff. There was something transforming about that quiet moment of respect and honor, combined with the unknowable mystery and potential of all that would soon follow.

      And, most important, the people memories–-coaches like Bob Odell, Dick Farley, Renzie Lamb, and trainers like Ron Stant, and team managers like Pete Zaccagnino, and players like Scott Perry, Mike Gibbons, and Jim Baldwin–-along with all the other good people who helped us become who we are. You had a collection of people who played and coached football because they loved the game, and they loved to learn and grow and teach, and they never forgot the unspoken commitment each person made to each other–-and to themselves.

      These people were extraordinary coaches and teammates, wonderful teachers, and even better people.

      And now there will be new memories created on a new playing field that will-–once again-–serve as the biggest classroom on campus. We are all luckier than we know.

  42. frank uible says:

    1953: bonfire rally behind Weston Gate on September Friday evening before the next day’s football vs. Springfield; 1954: Freddie Broderick (star Williams HB) snoozing during a Len Watters impassioned half time harangue in the corrugated steel field house; 1955: observing Moe Drabowsky (Trinity hurler headed for a long MLB career) getting workout against baseball Ephmen; 1956: sitting in rear of grandstand (now Peck Grandstand) behind home plate at northwest corner of Weston Field and watching Eph baseball whilst consuming a six pack of Schlitz freshly procured from Cal King’s on Spring Street on way to the baseball game.

  43. Brian Stevens '90 says:

    So many great memories of days on Weston Field that it is tough to decide which is my favorite. I remember my first games under the legendary coaches Bob Odell and Dick Farley. Playing games in front of my family and friends from Franklin Square. Playing with my fellow Ephs who I still consider my brothers. But I guess my fondest memory was the last game against Amherst in 1989. We entered the game 7-0 and were on the verge of going undefeated for the first time in Williams College Football History. We had a pretty solid week of practice and had visits from The New York Times and Sports Illustrated. On Friday before the game the linemen had our traditional touch football game before practice, but this time we had a special guest play with us, Eph Football legend Jack Maitland, a Williams grad from the class of 1970 and a member of the Super Bowl Champion Baltimore Colts. I remember talking to him and telling him how nervous I was before the game. Mr. Maitland expressed how excited he was about the game and the possibility of an undefeated season. I could only think, this guy played in the Super Bowl and he’s excited for a possible undefeated season at Williams? That’s when I really knew how much this game would mean. I can also remember talking with my roommate Chris Parisi who was nursing a badly injured knee. Rocco, which is Chris’ nickname, kept telling me that there is no way he would miss that game and I knew he wouldn’t. The night before the game was long. I couldn’t sleep and I kept harassing my roommates WR Todd Strieter and FB John Perryman until they finally told me to get some sleep.
    The game opened up and Amherst proceeded to run up 14 quick points. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I know everyone was stunned. Then in the locker room at half time the legend Renzie Lamb, a man I am honored to call a friend, walks in. Renzie was always known for his fiery speeches, but instead he just looked at us and said in a calm voice, we’re gonna win this game. Just play your game and we’re gonna win this game. We then proceeded to go out there and score 17 unanswered points to go up 17-14. It wasn’t easy going after that. If not for some great plays we would not have won that game. Great plays by QB Chris Hevesy and TE Matt Moynahan. Great defensive performances by LB Brian Taptich who replaced Chris Parisi after his knee injury forced him to sit out the second half, and DT Dan Newhall who was a rock all season. A touchdown saving tackle by an injured Rich Williams who chased down an Amherst WR and tackled him just before scoring, and of course the play that I can still see happening some 24 years later. A play made by player whose talent was only surpassed by his heart and his will to win, Ted Rogers. Ted had been in the infirmary the night before the game and some said he was too ill to play. They didn’t know Ted. Anyway, Ted beat the Amherst tackle, knocked the ball out of the QB’s hand and it was recovered by Kenny Dilanian to preserve a Williams victory 17-14.
    So many great memories of that day and of Weston Field. It truly was an honor to be the captain of the 1989 team and I give thanks to all my teammates, coaches and staff for all the fond memories of playing Football at Williams.

  44. Marc Krizack says:

    Weston Field Circa 1960

    It must have been the late 50’s or possibly 1960, when I was only 8 or 9. Tufts was coming to play Williams and this would be my first football game at Weston Field. I faced an impossible conundrum for a young boy because my father had gone to Tufts, and even though he made the mouth guards for the Williams players during pre-season practice at the Cole Field House, he clearly wanted Tufts to win. So I was torn. First, I never liked the brown and blue Tufts colors, and Jumbo, the elephant mascot seemed so not right, and even though I didn’t know what an Eph was, it sounded so much better than a Jumbo. I mean, were all their players THAT big? My best friend was Dick Quinn, and purple blood ran through his veins – still does – so my allegiance remained split.
    But more important for a kid who grew up in Williamstown, I got to get up close with the college students who seemed so big and grown up, and with the football players who were the heroes I hoped one day to become. (Now I look at undergrads and see a bunch of twerps and wonder how dumb could I have been to have looked up to wet-behind-the-ears kids like that. But that was then and this is now.)
    It was a cold day, maybe it had even rained a little, and I hardly saw any of the game because all the “grownups” who packed in around the field blocking my view were giants, or so it seemed from this little boy’s perspective. So, Dick and I spent some time under the bleachers, picking up all sorts of things that had fallen out of people’s pockets. There was always change in various denominations, and a 50-cent piece back in the days when a dollar was still worth something was a real find, as it would buy 10 packs of baseball cards come spring; a comb or two; a pack of cigarettes (gave them to my Dad who smoked like a chimney); and some of those useless girly things like barrettes and lipstick.
    Hotdogs with everything on them were a real treat, and we’d eat them with lots of pickle relish and know how Williams was doing by the roar of the crowd. I marveled at how many people had come to root for Tufts and wondered why they had to sit on the other side of the field. I think those stands were concrete and they hurt your butt, while on the Williams side and behind the end zone the bleachers were wooden and only gave you splinters, which you could avoid once you learned how to sit and move your butt the right way (lift it up, don’t slide it). I somehow lost Dick in the crowd, and when I found him again he had managed to get on the sidelines with the Williams players. So, I followed him and we stood on the up-field end of the line of substitutes. Now THAT was cool!
    The Ephs won that game and it was awe inspiring, and a little scary to see the goal posts at the near end zone shake and shake until the determined students brought them to the ground, in my direction. Then everyone streamed out through the gray stone gate house, spilling on to Latham Street. Dick and I, of course, joined he informal parade that was marching up Spring Street, on sidewalks and in the street, chanting with the crowd “Go Weeyums, Beat Tu-ufts!”

  45. Steven Power says:

    I have so many amazing, magical memories it is tough to choose one. I guess being part of the first undefeated, untied team in school history my Freshman year has to be at the top. Eph legend Ted Rogers played an amazing game despite having been in the infirmary the previous night with the flu and a high fever. If I remember correctly he blocked a punt that led to a touchdown, recovered an onside kick that led to the go ahead score and ended the game by sacking the Amherst quarterback sealing the 17-14 victory and the perfect season. It was an unbelievable performance by Ted and all of my Eph teammates and something I will never forget. It also fulfilled Captain, Brian “Boz” Stevens’ preseason prediction that the team would go undefeated for the first time ever sealing his fate as another Eph legend.

  46. Greg Crowther '95 says:

    When I was an undergraduate at Williams, the short run down to Weston Field for cross-country practice was one of the best moments of my day. It often felt exhilarating to put away my work, put on my shorts, and burst out the door, full of anticipation. Would I be able to keep up with Billo today? What new stories from the weekend were circulating? Might I get to talk to one of the women? A lot of what I wanted out of life at the time was waiting for me at Weston.

    We didn’t do that many of our cross-country workouts at Weston’s Plansky Track (named for coach Pete Farwell’s predecessor, Tony Plansky), but one exception was the annual “Plansky workout.” For several days beforehand, the upperclassmen kept the details of the workout a secret while hyping its overall difficulty (“I’ve never puked so many shades of green before,” etc. etc. etc.) Then came the big reveal: Farwell, in Plansky’s voice, assigning “fo-uh qwah-tuhs” (4 quarters, i.e. 4 x 400 meters) in 80 to 82 seconds apiece … “because most of you will never race faster than that anyway.”

    A final Weston memory comes from spring track. We distance runners had many talented teammates in the sprints, jumps, etc., but the one guy who absolutely knocked my socks off was Sal Salamone ’93. During the winter, Sal competed with reasonable success in the 60-meter high hurdles and the 500-meter dash, but in the spring focused on the 400-meter intermediate hurdles. Long-legged and lean, Sal sprang over the 36-inch barriers with the efficiency and grace of a halfback evading fallen tacklers. If any particular Eph was ever predestined to run one particular race, surely it was Salvatore Salamone, Class of 1993, in the 400-meter intermediate hurdles.

    When the news came back from the 1993 national meet that Sal had been disqualified, I was sad, but his legend remained intact. In my mind, a DQ was the only plausible reason Sal would not have won.

  47. Jim Roy '91 says:

    WESTON FIELD – The First PERFECT Football Season

    It was the summer of 1987 and Coach Farley had taken over the Head Coaching reigns of the Williams College EPHMEN from the Great Coach Odell. Thanks to a generous donation from Mr. Steinbrenner, Williams was able to complete some upgrades to Weston Football Field including a rubberized track, new stands and new sod. Williams Football had not won a Little Three title since 1980 and had failed to obtain a winning record since the 1980 season of 5-2-1. The genius of Coach Farley was evident from the start with his selection of coaches include Renzie Lamb, Dave Caputi (Bowdoin Head Coach), Roger Caron (Pomona Head Coach), the late GREAT Dave Sheppard, Walt ‘Lunchbox’ Cueman and current coach Joe Doyle along with the amazing men behind the scenes including Dick Cummings, Glenn Boyer and Ron Stant.

    It was a rough road my freshman year, dropping a few early games. However, Coach Farley was a rock and understood how to utilize his players’ talents. Under the leadership of captains Dave Cropton and Don Aselton, we were able to pull out a 4-4 overall record and re-capture the Little Three Title. The Williams Community was once again able to enjoy “The Walk” of the football team from Weston Field to Cole Field via Spring Street lead by Dave ‘Montey’ Montgomery “http://ephsports.williams.edu/sports/fball/The_Walk”. The taste of victory was sweet, however, many of my teammates and I were not satisfied and began to prepare for our next season after studying diligently and completing our finals.

    Coach Farley, Caron and Caputi had installed a pro-style type offense our freshman year and the o-line struggled to execute the complex blocking schemes. Coach Farley’s defense was stout, however and Williams became known for shutout defenses my sophomore year. We began 1-1-1 with the third game a heartbreaking loss to Trinity. As one of the Trinity players did cart-wheels on the field in front of our bench, I recall turning to a few of my co-linemen and saying “Never Again”. Trinity became not only a game we wouldn’t lose again, but yet another motivating factor to achieve our goals – the Perfect Season. Lead by defensive captains Dave Montgomery and Dan Prichard along with Teddy Rodgers and Rich Williams (both current holders of many Williams’ records) we won our last 5 games — the last 4 by shut-out! Under the direction of captain and quarterback Scott Kennedy, our offense also began to click and we finished the year with a second straight Little Three Title and a 6-1-1 record, beating Amherst at their house 21-0!

    The self-aggrandizement we witnessed by the players at Trinity left a bitter taste in our mouths and we utilized Winter Study to become better athletes both physically and mentally. Williams had installed a wonderful new weight room and the underclassmen would hear stories of the old weight room on the top floor of Lasell Gym and its many, many steps. A few of us would frequent the old weight room area (some older weights were left along with the good-‘ol squat rack). Like Rocky Balboa training in his old gym, it brought to us wonderful memories and fueled our desires – the Perfect Season.

    The fall of 1989 was Coach Farley’s third season as the Williams College head coach. The offense and defense had mastered the new schemes installed my freshman year and the results were shown on the field. Lead by Brian Steven, Williams went 7-0 including a sweet victory over Trinity at Weston field 26-21. RB Neal Chesley and Jerry Procanick were averaging 100+ yards rushing per game under QB Dwyer and QB Hevesy and our defense flat-out dominated. We were 7-0 and Amherst was coming to our house – WESTON FIELD!!!! The week of practice was high tempo and our attitude was extreme. Practices became like games and there was no love lost between the offense and defense during practice. When we were on the field, you’d think we were enemies, but off the field, we were the closest friends could be.

    The stage was set! Saturday, November 10, 1989, was a beautiful, sunny, Purple Mountain day. The stands were full of families, friends, former teammates and teammates yet to be. The war was on and the battles were tremendous. Amherst gave us all they had and with one minute left in the 4th quarter, we were prevailing 17-14. Our defense was backed-up and Amherst was within field goal distance. With no overtime rules, Amherst had second down and ten and wanted to win but would be satisfied with a tie. Second Down with a minute left! The fans were on their feet, cheering………screaming for the Williams’ defense. We had to stop them. There was no other way! They would not score! We had all worked too hard to obtain our goals…………………and by the Grace of our LORD, what was to happen next would go down as the most amazing individual and team effort to be seen on Weston Field. Teddy Rodgers at defensive end loomed on one side and was bookend by fellow Western-Mass high school player Kenny Dilanian. Captain Brian Stevens, my roommate Michael Abbruzzese and fumble vacuum, Dan Newhall were on the defensive line and formed a brick wall. The ball was snapped and All-NESCAC defensive end Teddy Rodgers made quick work of the Amherst offensive tackle. Within the blink of an eye, Teddy had dislodged the ball from the Lord Jeffs’ hands while planting him into the ground. Meanwhile, Kenny D had rag-dolled the opposite offensive lineman in prefect timing to recover the fumble and seal the game. We had achieved our goal, the first perfect season for Williams. We were 8-0! The stadium erupted with cheers and we were swallowed-up on the field by fans. Coach Farley, the GREATEST Division III coach to ever walk a football field, had his first undefeated football season on WESTON FIELD!

  48. bob norton says:

    I was the color commentator for the 1997 amherst-williams classic—-certainly stays with me as one of the best games I ever covered—two things stick in my mind—first is the number of people who say they were at the game but I know never left the tail gate parties and the second was the little fact that only color guys know—when williams went to kick the winning field goal they had gone the longest in the ncaa at that time without kicking one in a game—what a time to break a streak—-great pressure kick by a young kid with the right gene pool to make it–colin vataha with a bit to spare

  49. Matt Sigrist says:

    Great memories of many wins and a very few losses on Weston and Bobby Coombs Fields. Amherst 1997, 48-46 has to be the best for me. Many great people contributed to an awesome run of success.

  50. Mike Miller says:

    Speaking as a mid 1950s ‘Townie’ kid, the season ending Williams/Amherst game at home was a much anticipated event. The evening before the game was usually a special time with the air pungent from the smell of burning leaves. You could depend on a Williams ‘Pep Rally’, parade or some torchlit gatherings…perhaps even sneaking a cup of beer or two from a keg at one of the fraternity houses. If you got to Weston Field early on game day, you could be hired to collect empty Coke bottles in a wooden case, with each full case getting you a hot dog or 10 cents, your choice. Looking back, I wonder if perhaps removing these heavy glass objects from ‘unruly’ hands was the main purpose of our labor. The concession stand back then consisted of three or four sheets of plywood on top of sawhorses. Propane fueled a flat multi-burner stove and the menu consisted of only boiled hot dogs and Cokes, plus a few condiments and napkins. Boy, those hot dogs tasted great! When I was a bit older, I was hired as an usher…I still have an ID tag that had to be worn, but I don’t recall what I was paid. Being junior to many of the older kids, I got stuck directing Amherst fans to their seats on the old concrete bleachers on the east side of Weston…not many tips over there! It also wasn’t wise to cheer when Williams scored or made a big play.

    One of the ‘Great Townie Capers’ I observed was the theft of a football after a field goal at the north end of the field. Usually, the ball would sail over the end bleachers into the parking lot, and on this occasion one of the WHS football team guys caught the ball in the lot, made a ‘bullet’ pass to a waiting accomplice near the Meacham Street fence and he finally tossed it over the barrier to a third kid who was last seen heading down the road towards the heating plant. Mission Accomplished!!

    My grandparent’s also profited from the final game of the year by parking cars on our large lawn at the corner of Water and Latham St., about 150 yards from the auto gate at Weston Field. We could fit almost 35 vehicles on the front, back and side lawns at 50 cents each….the money would go towards the year’s taxes. My great aunt Catharyn Welch was also employed as a ticket seller at the Gargoyle Gate for all home games.

    The only other Weston Field activity local kids enjoyed was flying their rubber band powered model airplanes from the open back of the old covered grandstand. Williamstown schools would also stage the end of year Field Day events at Weston using the old cinder surfaced running track and large playing field.

    Mike Miller

  51. Lewis Collins '88 says:

    For our class, beating Amherst in ’87, our senior football season, was unforgettable. First win over Amherst, and first Little Three title in a number of years. We have the unfortunate distinction of starting Dick Farley’s Hall of Fame career with 3 straight losses, so it felt awfully good to straighten things out and wind up 4-4 with the Little Three title.

    The rest is history as they say – I think it took Coach Farley’s teams about 10 years to lose another 10 games, as he took Williams football to a whole new level of success. Well done Coach, we will never forget your dedication and commitment, especially when we were 0-3! (like this year’s team, as of today)

  52. Dick Peinert '69 says:

    Like Dave Kubie, my fondest memory was also the Jack Maitland run against Amherst in 1967 and an undefeated season. Jon Petke and I always argued over whether Randy Dygert or Sandy Smith threw the key block. Argument was settled when Jon unearthed a CD his mom had made of the play from an old tape she got hold of somewhere. Turns out we were both right as both guys made key blocks. You might ask Jon if he still has the CD.
    Two years later jack was playing for the Colts and they were in Harvard Stadium against the Pats. During pre game warmups I went down onto the field to shoot the breeze with Jack. No problem! Wonder what would happen now?
    The last football reunion was in 2007 forty years to the day of our undefeated season. We all got to see Jack’s Super Bowl ring. BTW he is the ONLY Eph to have one.

    Re Dick Farley, who is the only Eph to play against him in high school?

    Answer: Yours truly. Dick will confirm.

    Great memories. Thanks for the opportunity.

    To Kubes: be well, my old friend

    Dick Peinert

  53. Kim Chapman says:

    I was born in Wiiliamstown in 1947. I have been an avid Williams sports fan my whole life. Grew up on Water Street and spent many hours on Weston Field as a kid growing up , watching athletic events and being a batboy for Bob Combs’ baseball teams of the late 50′s. I remember watching ice hockey at the rink that was located behind the Williams football stands. I also remember outstanding comebacks and sudden losses in football. It’s been a long time since the bonfires, parades, and the tearing down of the goal posts. Great memories from a Townie.
    Kim Chapman

  54. Seth McClennen says:

    Scattered Weston Field memories from a decrepit old track and XC runner:
    1. Cross Country coach Pete Farwell “recruiting” me to run for Williams as a high school senior. Sitting on the Weston field old wooden bleachers (featured in some of the pictures here) being told “we don’t offer scholarships…”
    2. Watching Williams football beat Amherst for first undefeated football season in 1989
    3. Crashing and burning in a 3000m New England Championship steeple chase (knee struck barrier and blew up like a balloon) and having Track coach Dick Farley walk over to me and asking “What, does the aspiring Dr. McClennen need a Doctor?”
    4. Daily fall stretching and national Cross Country ranking assessments at our team “meeting place” – outside the bathrooms
    5. Running with track teammates around the oval late at night one last time in June 1993 (graduation) without much inhibition

  55. Dave Stocking, son of Williams, graduate of Bowdoin ('66) says:

    Weston Field was the ultimate sports arena for this faculty brat in the 1950s. It is where I went on Saturdays in the fall to cheer on Len Waters’ teams, and heroic athletes like Dan Rorke and Charlie Shaw. Most vivid in my memory is Harry Hart lifting his bugle to the skies and leading the fight cheers. I would try to negotiate with God so that Williams could beat Amherst there. As a boy I raced with Dick Quinn’s brother at local kids’ track meets there. On the Mt. Hermon School track team, I came to Williams to compete in field events against the Eph freshmen, coached by the great Tony Plansky. At Bowdoin I was able to play football against Williams on Weston Field, and win. Recently I attended a Williams-Trinity football game at Weston Field, and I was immediately aware of how much that great sports venue had changed over the years, and how it needed improvement. I look forward to its new design.

  56. Jeremie Perry says:

    My favorite memories of Weston field were walking through the gates at 3:45 pm every afternoon for our 4pm cross country practice. Our meeting place was over by the old bathrooms/changing rooms (an appropriate place given the frequent need to make that last minute pit stop before a gut wrenching set of intervals or a more relaxed 12 mile jaunt).

    Coach Pete Farwell had a small board up there which was somewhat sparse on items but made what was posted all that more interesting. I would stand stretching my calves while reading a rehash of a recent race, an article on running, or my (and most of the team’s) personal favorites the latest div III cross country polls. As runners straggled into the meeting place there would invariably arise a debate on which of the teams ranked ahead of us were “over rated” or “flatlanders” who couldn’t handle the mountains we made our training ground. During the course of my time at Williams we eventually were number 1 on most of these polls and so the discussion then turned to which of the teams behind us were really a threat and which had just been hitting “easy” invitationals to get the (always undeserved) votes they recieved.

    Once coach arrived we typically pretended we hadn’t been looking at the polls (no reason to jinx ourselves by letting the coach know we were already focused on November whilst there were still green leaves on the trees). Then the group stretching began, punctuated by goofy backwards summersaults from Johnny Cluett, the latest morose Poem from Creaghan Trainor, a new running ballad from Greg Crowther, tales from the Pub by Keith Long or Chad Kurtz, an invitation to all to hammer stone hill on Friday afternoon from Marzuki Stephens, or my personal favorite a goofy discussion on some plant or animal experiment from Timmy Billo.

    Sitting on the green lawn with the track and football field behind us as coach collected weekly running mileage from each of us (I remain embarrassed to this day that I was nearly alway on the short end compared to my more industrious companions) and then preparing for whatever running adventure was in store for us that day, make up some of my most poignant memories from anytime in my life. I’m sure the beautiful surroundings, the slight stream of epinephrine that precedes expected strenuous physical activity all played into it. It was home for our team though. A calm space to savor before we made our way through the mountains that weren’t high enough and across the rivers that weren’t wide enough…

  57. Anna Swisher '05 says:

    One of my favorite memories was the annual run (fund raiser) from Amherst to Williams overnight before the Homecoming football game. The track and field team ran relay style, one mile at a time, the sixty some miles between campuses starting at about midnight the night before so that we would arrive in time to run on the field for the football game. In the dead of night we ran, eating blueberry pies and dressed in cow suits as baffled cars passed by. We stayed focused on reaching Weston Field where we would enjoy a hot meal at the tailgate and a Williams victory!

  58. Jay Haug '73 says:

    Many memories of Weston Field, including gathering for practice for cross-country and track, Coach Tony Plansky always sitting in the covered baseball stands behind home plate, giving out his highly appropriate nicknames for people (ie Pete Farwell was “Young America”), on the cross-country team and handing out ridiculously easy workouts, knowing we would seek to make them harder.

    Also, explaining to our visiting teams why we possessed the only 1/3 mile track in the known world and figuring out where the place for accurate 1/4 mile splits was and why you had to keep moving. Feels like holy ground to me.

  59. Jaye Gregory Locke '06 says:

    When the 2004 field hockey team moved up to Renzie Lamb Field from Cole Field in the middle of the season, we were filled with mixed emotions. We loved playing down on Cole Field with the beautiful surrounding mountains, the steep hill we had to sprint up, our friends next to us on other teams, and memories of NESCAC championships. We were sad to leave Cole, but filled with excitement about the opportunities that waited for us on Renzie Lamb field that gave us the ability to play on turf every day and join the incredible history and legacies that already existed at the Weston Field Athletic Complex. Our first practice was thrilling and we knew that we would do our best to elevate our level of play on the amazing new surface. We came out and won our first game 3-2 in an exciting and challenging battle against Springfield on October 13th to jump ahead of them in the NCAA polls. This amazing 2004 team continued on and won the NESCAC Championship at the end of the season. We may have left great teams and history down on Cole, but I am proud to say that we started something special in that first year out at Weston and set the right tone for great Williams field hockey teams to come.

  60. Chris Bohane says:

    For me it’s not an entirely positive memory. Has to be the 0-0 tie (or “win” by Amherst if you ask them) in 1995. Field was complete quagmire. Only reason we didn’t lose was Matt DeCamp’s unbelievable 30 or so yd punt from the goalline with two or three Jeff’s all over him. Should’ve been a safety. I was the holder that year and had to turn down an approximate 19 yd FG attempt because slop/sawdust reached above our ankles. Despite the negativity of the day (ruining our 8-0 season), it was a historical day at Weston. And not being able to do “the walk” was made up with a few libations at Old I later that night…

  61. John L. Williams '98 says:

    Make that “holey” also “holy”.

  62. John L. Williams '98 says:

    The Whopper Mile in 1998. The closest I ever felt to being at war was on Weston Field. No, it wasn’t the gridiron. It was the track. My glory on Weston was to come from consumption of food intermixed with running.

    One Saturday morning, I showed up to watch my Williams Crew friends run the “Whopper Mile”. At the last minute our coxswain Reg Hall, got cold feet and said I could take his entry. Problem was I already had breakfast and was wearing basketball shoes and madras shorts.

    This was the second annual event. It involved running 4 laps around the track. The catch is that after EACH of the first 3 laps, the runners needed to stop to eat a Burger King Whopper. While this self-inflicted masochist behavior may seem at least somewhat stomach turning, the problem was the competitive aspect of it. It was a race. It was a competition. It was our own Williams versus Amherst, only without the pigskin or the Lord Jeffs. The rules said, no throwing up and you can’t start running again until the entire Whopper was in your mouth or be disqualified.

    The strategy became clear: Sprint the first lap on a near empty stomach. Swallow half the Whopper and then wedge the rest of the Whopper in your mouth and chew while running, then by the time the lap was finished you’d be ready for your next Whopper. The problem was this event was organized by the cross country running team (primarily designed for their freshmen team members), meaning they were good runners. So winning would be difficult, especially with 70+ entries (as in 70 people, not 70 halls where kids live on campus).

    The gun fired and we were off. First lap, probably under a minute. This did wonders for my time, but the problem was feeling very winded and then trying to eat while your heart is racing and lungs respirating at breakneck pace. The eating was a bit challenging, but the stomach was ready. It turns out, I was used to crew practices running Pine Cobble development hill after eating Italian sausages in Mission Park. Little did I know I had been preparing for this moment.

    Less than 1 minute later, with half Whopper eaten and rest of Whopper wedged into my mouth, it was off to lap two. Breathing was challenging as the mouth full of Whopper and chewing and swallowing was getting in the way. Little did I realize that some of the mustard, mayonnaise, and artificial burger flavoring and grease would end up not in my stomach, but getting channeled back up, not through my closed mouth, but into my sinuses and tear ducts. Yes. I had Burger King literally coming out of my eyeballs (and mustard stains from my tears landing on my high top sneakers from C-league IM basketball games which I played for the “Purple Sloth Masons” – Sloth because we were slow and Masons because we were brick layers).

    Second burger went down pretty easy and the running became more and more anaerobic, as my back to back 1 minuted quarter mile sprints were fueled more by Ketosis than Oxygen. Oxygen was hard to come by and the demands of sprinting exceeded what the Krebs Cycle could produce. When it was off to running it was more mustard, more artificial burger flavor, more mayo and grease. I came to appreciate the sauce on the burger because it made the burger go down faster. In any event the adrenaline kept me from sensing most of this while it was happening. The blinders were on. I wanted to win.

    In the final lap, I realized that I had lapped most of the field and double lapped much of the field too. Only one cross country runner was able to outpace me in my efforts by a few seconds. My time to finish the entire run with stopping and eating 3 burgers was 8 minutes and 32 seconds.

    I asked what I won for second place, the timer said, you can have one of the extra Whoppers.

    I politely declined.

    Instead I wandered back to Garfield House to take a long shower. With the acidic burn of partially digested Whopper excreting from my eyes and sinuses, it was like hell. I really felt that this is what war must feel like. I made it back to the shower and 30 minutes later I realized that washing out your eyes and nose were not enough to get rid of the traces of the Whopper Mile. These remnants were there to stay. It would be a great way to cure someone of a food addiction. Implant the food they love into their tear ducts and like people who can no longer drink Tequila after a bad experience, they will be cured.

    I am not sure if all the Whopper ever really left my body from that fateful day. But every time I drive past a Burger King, I think of having it my way and avoiding the Whopper forever.

    I hope that when the fields are reconstructed, they not deconsecrate this holey place where many of us had near religious experiences or witnessed miracles on some level, whether that be a Zero-Zero tie broadcast on ESPN 2 or some heroic victory on a personal or team level for both the athletes, spectators and those who used the facilities simply for training or recreation.

  63. Bob Leone says:

    Williams/Amherst football. 1997. Two great teams, stingy defenses. It all went out the window in a hurry. TD after TD, the fake PAT, the GWFG by Colin Vataha, all the while working with two of the best— Tom Larson and Bob Norton (I produced the game in the TV truck that day) in that amazing 48-46 Williams win. But I most recall the surreal feeling after the game had ended. We cleared air. I walked outside, stood to watch the craziness on the field; players, parents, friends. Overhead, dark, threatening clouds. Rain was on the doorstep. It was pitch black in every direction you looked except on the field. An eery feeling. But it was perfect in every way. It was if the rain knew to hold off until the field had cleared. And it did. A great ending to a spectacular day. For me, no other broadcast I’ve been involved in—before or since—has captured that same feeling as Williams/Amherst football did on that one glorious Saturday in the fall of ’97.

  64. Graham Goldwasser '04 says:

    I have a tremendous amount of amazing memories on that field but the obvious one, that stands above the rest, was the ’01 game against Amherst. Both teams coming in 7-0 and the only thing we wanted more than an undefeated season, was to deny them of theirs. Underdogs coming into the game, and playing from behind for the first three quarters, everything started to change in the 4th quarter. Sport is a funny thing sometimes, whether you are a participant or a spectator, you can actually FEEL momentum change sides, and that’s exactly what happened in that game. Mike Hackett scored to tie the game in the last seconds, sending the game to overtime. The crowd was so loud and we were able to hold Amherst, on the first possession of overtime to a field goal. Then the offense took the field and stalled on their first two plays. On third down, Joe Reardon pump faked the WR screen and Ryan Friend made an unbelievable catch at the two yard line setting up the inevitable Bedford Bowling Ball (Tyler Shea) two plays later. I remember being so excited to march up Spring Street to St. Pierre’s, but not wanting to leave Weston field because I never wanted that feeling to stop.

    It will be a sad day to say goodbye to that field but I have so many amazing memories from my time there that it will live on forever in my mind. Looking forward to enjoying a game in the new stadium.

    Graham Goldwasser ’04

  65. Bob Behr says:

    We were playing UConn back in the early ’50s. (Imagine playing them today?) It was tight, with the Huskies up 6-0 until late in the game. Then Williams scored and needed the extra point to assume the lead. There was an offside, some confusion, and a UConn rusher stood astride the kicking tee. The ball was centered anyhow, and the winning kick went cleanly between his legs and between the uprights. Since UConn was offside, Williams declined the penalty and won 7-6. (Different rules today)

  66. Tom Larason says:

    Williams 48, Amherst 46. I guess I’d've been in a booth adjacent to Steve Epstein (see above). My task was play by play for the NESN telecast. I was closing in on 40 years of radio/tv sports. I’d called BC football and basketball. I’d done play by play of Lew Alcindor at UCLA (before the name change) and the Elvin Hayes Houston basketball team that ultimately beat UCLA in front of 50 thousand screaming Texans at the Astrodome. I’d been professionally connected to two Bruins Stanley Cup championship teams and several not quite as successful Red Sox teams.

    Nothing! NOTHING! Nothing I’d done in sports broadcasting before or after matched the Williams-Amherst football game won, 48-46, by Williams on Colin Vataha’s “dead center” field goal with seven seconds remaining. There were two seconds left following the FG. Given the unprecedented back/forth nature of the contest for the previous 59 minutes and 58 seconds no one watching could have been completely confident that Amherst might not somehow utilize the remaining two seconds to win the game.

    They didn’t, of course. That game, however, remains the single most exciting, most memorable broadcasting event of a career that covered 44 years.

    Tom Larson

    • Steve Epstein '83 - Alumnus WCFM Broadcaster says:

      Tom -

      Loved your work with the Bruins on Chennel 38 for years and have heard your telecast of the 48-46 game on NESN on replay many times. Thanks for putting that game into perspective – it was a joy to broadcast. While your team on NESN was being ultra professional in the next booth, we radio guys were screaming like little boys. When Ted Mandell did his book tour and played the clips from his 100 Greatest Games CD, we were reguiarly used as his example of unbridled (and probably unprofessional) enthusiam. What a game, what a day! Really an honor to be remembering it with you.

  67. Steve Epstein '83 - Alumnus WCFM Broadcaster says:

    AMHERST AT WILLIAMS 1997

    Williams Sports Information Director Dick Quinn made the call, and I still wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly. “It’s been 15 years since you did that Miracle Game against Wesleyan. We’re playing Amherst, the #1 team in New England, and we need another miracle. Do you want to come down and call the game on the radio?” I’m a corporate lawyer in New York City. I haven’t done play-by-play since I graduated 15 years before. I don’t know a single player on the roster. Hell yes, I’ll come and do the game. What an honor – what a thrill.

    I get to Weston Field, scheduled to do the game with students Matt Marvin and Jason Hehir. I arrive an hour before game time to prepare -it’s deserted in the broadcast booth. Do I have the wrong day? Ephs are down on the field in Purple – Lord Jeffs are in white and violet. Right day. I soon learn that the soccer game, also being broadcast, has run late. There’s no microphones, no broadcasting equipment -it’s being transported from Cole Field. They want me to do the game, alone, on a dorm room telephone. Are they kidding? No big deal – I once did a hockey game against Trinity from a payphone. I can do this. So I do the first half solo, on the Batphone (make that Cowphone), and Williams looks every bit a match for the Lord Jeffs. They lead 24-14, scoring 24 points against an Amherst defense that had only allowed 45 points in their prior 7 games.

    At halftime we set up the equipment and Matt and Jason are ready to roll. But so is Amherst, outscoring Williams 17-0 in the third quarter to take a 31-24 lead. The fourth quarter is as good a display of offensive football as you’ll see on any level. Williams goes ahead 45-31 but Amherst comes back with two TDs in the final 4 minutes and it appears the game will be tied with 1:49 to play. But the Lord Jeffs use trickery, faking the PAT and throwing for a 2-point conversion to go ahead 46-45. The Weston field crowd is stunned.

    It’s time for another miracle, and the Ephs have one left. With 4th and 7 on their own 25 yard line and less than a minute to go, the ghosts of BJ Connolly and Marcus Hummon, in the guise of QB Peter Supino and WR Matt Sigrist connect for a 25 yard reception which, aided by a late hit penalty, gives the Ephs the ball at the Amherst 35. From there the Ephs work the field and the clock, setting up a 27 yard field goal attempt by Freshman Kicker Colin Vataha, who hadn’t scored a point for Williams as a kicker before that day. Vataha’s kick, with 7 ticks left on the clock, sailed through the uprights and sealed yet another Weston Field Miracle, 48-46 – and the goal posts came down.

    The radio call of that Vataha field goal was included on a CD that accompanies Ted Mandell’s book “Heart Stoppers and Hail Marys: 100 of the Greatest College Football Finishes” and was played on ESPN’s Game Day when they came to Weston Field for Williams/Amherst in 2007. It’s more than a memory – it’s a part of sports history -hysterical joyful voices chronicling another miracle at Weston Field.

  68. Steve Epstein '83 - WCFM Broadcaster says:

    WESLEYAN AT WILLIAMS 1982

    Williams Hall of Fame Coach Dick Farley loves to re-tell the story of maybe his most embarrassing coaching moment. Lord knows, he hasn’t had many. Homecoming Game. Williams-Wesleyan in 1982, Weston Field. Farley is Coach Bob Odell’s defensive coordinator, and what looked like a Williams romp starts to turn into a nightmare for the Williams defense. The Wesleyan offense, stymied all day by a strong pass rush and intense coverage in the secondary, starts completing long passes in the final 5 minutes and comes from two scores behind to take a 24-20 lead with less than a minute to go. The game appears over. Farley, furious, throws down his headset and starts for the locker room, ready to tongue lash his careless defense.

    I’m in the broadcast booth high above Weston Field, a senior calling play-by-play in my last home football game on WCFM 91.9, with Sam Flood ’83 and Todd Krieg ’83 calling the game with me, and Peter Worcester, our trusty stat man running the numbers. As Farley tells the story, he’s headed up Spring Street and hears my voice screaming, hysterical on WCFM and then hears the crowd roar. What have we witnessed? A Weston Field Miracle!

    On fourth and long with seconds to go, quarterback BJ Connolly drops back to pass and is in the grasp of a Wesleyan defender. He’s an inch from having his knee hit the turf as offensive lineman Bernie Krause ’84, picks him up and sheds the Cardinal lineman. The Wesleyan sideline thinks Connolly is down and starts to come on the field to celebrate, but no whistle has blown. Connolly spots a wide open Marcus Hummon ’84 at the ten yard line and heaves the ball with all his might. The Wesleyan mouths (including that of future Williams Head Football Coach and now Wesleyan AD Mike Whelan, who played on that team) go agape as Hummon catches the bomb and walks into the endzone with the winning TD. The PAT makes it Williams 27, Wesleyan 24 – and it’s over. Farley races back to the field to find out Williams has emerged victorious, and sees the winning play for the first time the next morning when the coaches’ game film, the only video record of the event, is screened for a standing room only crowd in Jessup Hall.

  69. Joel Richardson says:

    Spring 1980 we trounced Amherst and Wesleyan for the Little 3 Track title. I ran the 440 and broke 50 seconds for the first time at 49.9 for second place. Amherst had an outstanding runner named Andy Kuchins who set the meet record at 49.0. How he ran that time on the old square, cinder track, it was worth at least low 48, probably 47. on one of the todays tracks.

  70. Mary Kate Shea says:

    I worked for the Williams Sports Information Office in the fall of 1978, 1979 and 1980 and I remember the “open air” press box at Weston Field as being the coldest place on earth, especially in November! A student named Ted Herwig, who was a few years younger than me, was the spotter for the play-by-play sheets and he typed (yes, typed) them using gloves with the tips of the fingers cut off. I would bring my hairdryer to the press box, plug it in near Ted’s typewriter, and direct the flow of warm air on his hands. The current pressbox looks like the Taj Mahal to me now, and I’m sure the new Weston Field will be even more spectacular!

  71. Tom Falivene says:

    My Dad, Carl, coached with Larry Catuzzi in the late 60′s – early 70′s (early high-school for me at Mt. Greylock). Weston Field was magic, and as I recall our HS games were played early so that we could get to the Williams home games. I worked for Buildings & Grounds one summer painting the old bleachers and “locker rooms;” you could sense the ghosts of all of the past Amherst games, the “lengthening shadows of autumn late-afternoons” I think Grantland Rice called it. Truth is that Williams and Williamstown were magic, haven’t been back in a while but I presume that they still are.

  72. Leo Salinger, 2004 says:

    So many great Eph baseball memories, including the first ever NESCAC baseball tournament championship in May, 2001. But, probably the most memorable aspect of the baseball field’s location was the opportunity it afforded freshman on the team. Whenever foul balls were hit into the woods, a search committee was formed to try to track down the ball. This resulted in several innings worth of labor.

  73. David Kubie '71 says:

    I recall as if it were yesterday a day in mid November going to Weston Field in my freshman year (1967) after having trounced the amherst freshman football team in 4 inches of snow on Cole Field. We arrived in time to watch Jack Maitland score the winning touchdown in about 4 inches of mud to end an intolerable stretch of Amherst victories in varsity football. After the game, we floated on top of the mud back to our dorms and a weekend full of celebration.

    • Jay Haug '73 says:

      Those of us who came later lived to see Jack Maitland graduate and play for the Baltimore Colts. The Colts ended up on Monday Night Football. We watched eagerly in Carter House, hoping Jack would get into the game and carry the ball. Eventually he did and dodged and weaved to a pretty good gain, after which Howard Cosell uttered the famous words, “Jackie Maitland. He’s from Williams. He’s a player.”

    • Ken McCurdy says:

      I remember that game so well, my sophomore year, score 14-10. Someone placed a congratulatory full-page ad in the NY Times next day. Jack, my classmate, went on to play for Baltimore in the first super bowl. What a great memory!

    • Ken McCurdy '70 says:

      One of the most exciting Williams/Amherst games was the 1967 contest in which classmate Jack Maitland scored to help bring victory 14-10. It was a miserable day weatherwise but we were so excited that we hardly noticed. On the following Monday or Tuesday someone took a full-page congratulatory ad in the NY Times as this had ended some long period of losses to the Lord Jeffs. Jack went on to play for Baltimore in Super Bowl V, January 1971. Well done, Jack!

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