Fritz challenged me to play-act the requisite goalie's assertive personna in his office in the empty
field house. I balked, and he pushed harder and harder until I burst into tears. He pushed even
more until, filled with shame and rage I started screaming angrily at him while my tears flowed. I
literally wanted to physically attack him in my rage. He jumped up from his desk, animatedly pointing at
me and exclaimed "There!!! Bobby, you're doing it! This is something I need from you if we are to
win the Gummere Cup this year: if you can be bold enough to yell and swear at your Athletic
Director, Math Teacher, and Head Coach - then you have inside what it takes to command your
three intimidating 6th form fullbacks [a rowdy, headstrong troublemaker, a Monitor, and the all-
powerful Head Monitor] and I will help you bring this out, and much more."
The first test came almost immediately and as a huge shock: exiting a school phone booth I almost
bumped into an older, arrogant teammate's back as he exclaimed to a group: "That Bob Fletcher, I
have no confidence in him!" But for Fritz's lessons, I would have skulked away, feeling humiliated and
ashamed; instead, I stepped boldly in front of him and coolly stared him down - he was the one who
skulked away, tail between his legs. His words went to good use: they lit a raging fire in me which
season-long fueled my will to master Fritz's lessons.
I was terrified that off and on the field my older fullbacks would haze me for being such a
presumptuous, bossy, little 4th former. (It never occurred to my naive mind that they wouldn't dare
to.) Fritz must have talked to them privately, because they were very responsive to me for the most
part. One did require some challenge, and ultimately a very public, angry tongue-lashing from Fritz.
After a while it became fun. Sometimes during a lull in the action I'd be thinking: "Far Out! I just
told the Head Monitor where to go!"
In 6th Form we were undefeated in mid-season, when we encountered a hardscrabble, physical,
dirty team – the dirtiest. The refs weren't calling obvious, dangerous fouls, they had scored first and
our team was on its heels. There was a high ball right in front of our goal. Their best and dirtiest
player and I went up for it, me to punch the ball two-fisted, but I decided to level the playing field:
one fist punched the ball away and the other "strayed" hitting him solidly, square on the jaw.
Upended, he landed sideways and lay squirming in the dust at the penalty mark. The refs didn't call
a penalty. Our re-energized team steam-rolled them the rest of the game. I was a very peaceful
student at SM: but for Fritz's lessons on assertion and taking charge, I could not have done what
was necessary.
We had many other such sessions, very slowly becoming less drama-filled, revolving around
learning other requisite goalie virtues.
Second Lesson: Arrogance and Invincibility: Fritz shocked me with the vital realization that my most
important objective was to psych, intimidate, and hypnotize my teammates into believing that I
could not be scored on! He told me that once this was accomplished, then psyching out our
opponents would be easy and fun. He cultivated this cocky attitude in each team segment and
player, even fans. Indeed, he was proved right. There ultimately came to be a helpful team, school,
fan, and frequently opponent expectation of "NO Goals Against Us (and Many Goals Against
Them.")