I remember Brian Pucci from 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th grades. He could hit the ball, run, throw, and play around on the field and make me laugh. I will always remember his laugh and smile from those early grades.
I just found the site and wanted to share this with everone. I was working the midnight shift in Carnegie as Junior Sergeant when we got the call about 4:00 AM. Mrs.Pucci had called and wanted to report that Brian was passed out in the living room and he would not get up. Well, I had been to the Pucci house so many times that I knew the layout like the back of my hand. I grew up with Brian hanging out with him playing baseball and hockey until the later years of high school when we just kinda went our own ways.
He was the first one to ever call me on in the street as a cop but nothing came of it because of the love we had for each other. Well, when I arrived that night Mrs. Pucci was at the door waiting and she said to me Eddie I just need you to help me get him to the couch and I said not problem. I had done this ten or so times before. This time it was not to be when I shook him and said "pooch" lets go buddy, he was gone OD on heroin and was probably gone before he hit the floor. What the drug did to him I saw first hand because I watched him go from my stocky solid buddy to a person wasted all of the time.
I cannot tell you all how many times I would pick him up and drive him home because he was so beaten up from the bar fights or just plain plastered. I would yell at him and threaten to lock him up and he would just look at me and say nawh, you wouldn't do that to me "bo" it "pooch" I am your buddy. Yeah, he was I just wished we could have done more for him. A few months later I found his brother dead with the needle still in his arm and a year later Wayne Hanson (one of the best guys I ever knew) the same way. I though to myself why did this have to happen.
I can still remember rounding the bases after he smashed the cover off the ball in a Pony League game only to be waiting for him at home plate telling him to run his ass off and slide. He never slid, he was into mowing them over and I learned to get out of the way. I have missed the "pooch" for a long time because he was a true buddy growing up and after school he wasn't that bad just addicted to some bad habits that cost him.
I think he loved football the most because it was true contact for him. He always talked about playing for the Cougars and he asked me why I never played. I told him are you kiddin me I was so skiny you guys would have broke me in half and he always had a kind response, he said but "bo" you were soooo fast. Maybe that was from fear of being hit (-: Hope to see you again someday "pooch" ............
Jerry Anderson (Anderson)
I remember Brian Pucci from 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th grades. He could hit the ball, run, throw, and play around on the field and make me laugh. I will always remember his laugh and smile from those early grades.Bill Harris
Brian was a very good wrestler! He was very strong and it was nearly impossible to take him off his feet!Edward Bogats
I just found the site and wanted to share this with everone. I was working the midnight shift in Carnegie as Junior Sergeant when we got the call about 4:00 AM. Mrs.Pucci had called and wanted to report that Brian was passed out in the living room and he would not get up. Well, I had been to the Pucci house so many times that I knew the layout like the back of my hand. I grew up with Brian hanging out with him playing baseball and hockey until the later years of high school when we just kinda went our own ways.
He was the first one to ever call me on in the street as a cop but nothing came of it because of the love we had for each other. Well, when I arrived that night Mrs. Pucci was at the door waiting and she said to me Eddie I just need you to help me get him to the couch and I said not problem. I had done this ten or so times before. This time it was not to be when I shook him and said "pooch" lets go buddy, he was gone OD on heroin and was probably gone before he hit the floor. What the drug did to him I saw first hand because I watched him go from my stocky solid buddy to a person wasted all of the time.
I cannot tell you all how many times I would pick him up and drive him home because he was so beaten up from the bar fights or just plain plastered. I would yell at him and threaten to lock him up and he would just look at me and say nawh, you wouldn't do that to me "bo" it "pooch" I am your buddy. Yeah, he was I just wished we could have done more for him. A few months later I found his brother dead with the needle still in his arm and a year later Wayne Hanson (one of the best guys I ever knew) the same way. I though to myself why did this have to happen.
I can still remember rounding the bases after he smashed the cover off the ball in a Pony League game only to be waiting for him at home plate telling him to run his ass off and slide. He never slid, he was into mowing them over and I learned to get out of the way. I have missed the "pooch" for a long time because he was a true buddy growing up and after school he wasn't that bad just addicted to some bad habits that cost him.
I think he loved football the most because it was true contact for him. He always talked about playing for the Cougars and he asked me why I never played. I told him are you kiddin me I was so skiny you guys would have broke me in half and he always had a kind response, he said but "bo" you were soooo fast. Maybe that was from fear of being hit (-: Hope to see you again someday "pooch" ............