
If it is possible to be born with a competitive spirit, Stephen James was certainly born with it. Horrifying his mother by walking after just 134 days and running a week later she knew she had her hands full. Stephen's competitive spirit started early as everything became a competition from building things with Lego's to drawing pictures to throwing rocks! Anne, Stephen's mother, was always apologizing for his behavior, mostly because one of his favorite competitions was turning on the neighbors hoses and seeing how many people he could drench with water. Some of Stephen's neighbors found his antics very entertaining.
Having a competitive spirit of his own Stephen's father, Jim, started getting him into sports. As something was needed to consume some of Stephen's energy and competitive spirit. Starting to compete at everything from racing to the car to board games father and son begin to compete. They watched sports on TV and went to local games. Stephen often talks about his first Red Sox game at Fenway Park. Sitting in right field he got to see how the fans ribbed Reggie Jackson and how Reggie gave it right back. One of my oldest memories of Stephen is a day he and I spent as ball boys for a tennis match his father and a friend were having together. Jim's friend screamed, "Look out!" Stephen turned, raised his right arm behind his back and caught the ball. The guys was totally freaked out, walking towards the net he was very apologetic, and was amazed that Stephen caught the ball in the manner he did. Jim just laughed and said, "Don't worry about it". They continued the match and the guy never stopped saying how amazing the catch was, especially since Stephen was only 4 or 5 years old at the time.
Then Little League baseball and Pop Warner football followed. And Stephen's skills and athletic ability rose to the top and he excelled a both sports. But that was not enough for Stephen. In fourth grade during recess everyone played kick ball so Stephen organized a kick ball league, picked captains and made schedules, etc. even gave out all his fathers football trophies at the end of the year. And it did not stop there he also started a wiffle ball league but with a catch. He wanted each one man team to pick major league baseball players and bat like them. And having to use at least half lefty and half righty hitters. He kept every players batting average, earn run average and so much more. But we played all kinds of sports and other activities also. And I just remember whenever we played a pick-up football game in the snow, no one could touch Stephen. Sure footed and extremely quick and still able to cut on a dime, he made the rest of us look silly.
The transition from Little League to Babe Ruth was a difficult one for Stephen. "It's like trying to run dragging cinder blocks", he said often. Stephen left Little League with the third most home runs and found it hard to hit the ball out of the infield in Babe Ruth. With the encouragement of great coaches it did not take him long to become one of the teams best players. By the time he was 15 years old he made the Babe Ruth All Star team that went all the way to North Carolina for the National Championship. Playing right field with his strong arm and the lead off hitter that was only caught stealing once all season. It was not that he was blazing fast, but he was incredibly quick. The Babe Ruth team did not win the National Championship but seven out of the nine starters played at least semi-pro baseball and three making it to the majors, while one of them spent 13 seasons pitching for three different major league teams. During this same period Stephen was playing basketball for his school team and quickly became a star in basketball also. Or maybe more of a showman in this sport. In the ninth grade he made fantastic play after incredible shot every game and it was amazing how many people would squeeze in our small gym to just watch him play.
Headed for high school sports Stephen started to realize that his size would now start to become a problem. It was going to take hard work and some breaks to get a chance to show his stuff. But high school also brought a whole different set of challenges. The partying lifestyle for one and Stephen took the drinking as just another competition which he wanted to dominate. Around this same time gambling and fantasy football came into the picture. And in order to be the best at these other things, income and a job became necessary. As a result high school sports had taken a back seat. All decisions Stephen would later regret.
Now out of school and in the real world Stephen's competitive spirit was appeased by playing softball, basketball, gambling, and fantasy football. The gambling did not last long as the lesson was learned when he had to look to his father to pay a gambling debt. It took some years after that for Stephen to regain his fathers respect but he did. Sponsoring his own softball team, he fielded a very competitive team but after a few years a knee injury ended his softball and basketball careers. But the fantasy football league he built was still going strong, but would just that be enough?
No, there needed to be more to satisfy his competitive spirit. Then Stephen found golf. A very difficult game that seemed to completely consume Stephen. All he talked about was golf and wanted to play as much as possible. Eventually he started a golf club and took it as far as he could. Building a website for the league, keeping statistics for over twenty guys, with pictures and the whole nine yards, including four major championships a year. With the handicap coming down year after year he started to wonder why he did not take up golf earlier. Who knows maybe the PGA tour if he started sooner! Then again, Stephen was born under the sign of Pisces and they are dreamers!
Even though Stephen was never good enough to play professional sports it does not mean he did not have a competitive spirit. I have known Stephen all my life an one thing sticks out in my mind. One day Stephen and I with two other friends, Leo and Dan, were out on the golf course and on the fifth tee box, Stephen was throwing something out there like 'I'll give each of you a stroke on this hole for a buck'. I just remember Leo snapping at him and saying, "Does everything have to be a competition with you?" Stephen just smiled and said, "It's just my nature, sorry". But Leo was no different, a very good athlete himself was just frustrated always coming up second to Stephen.