On the night of January 26th, 2014 an event happened. To many this event may seem insignificant, miniscule in fact, but this event changed the course of one fraternity’s reputation and the lives of sixty teenagers from Littleton, Colorado. The event? A dodgeball tournament. In the cold snowy air of the late January night, one glowing green ball struck a teenager in blue’s shoulder and sent the team in orange across from him into a frenzy. The bright orange shirts flooded onto the dodgeball court to create a massive huddle. Atop the huddle sat the fraternity’s elusive prize: the Cabrini Belt. But at this moment, you, the reader, must be curious. None of this that I’m talking about makes any sense. So what? A bunch of suburban teenagers played a dodgeball tournament. Who cares? Well, let’s travel backwards; shall we?
In 2010, the Catholic parish of St. Frances Cabrini had seen success in numbers that very few youth groups in America had ever seen, particularly Catholic youth groups. Cabrini held the best retention rate from freshman year to sophomore year of any Catholic youth group in the nation. This success coupled with the emergence of a growing group of young men calling themselves the BAC (short for bad-ass Catholics) led one of the parish’s youth ministers, Stephen Nepil to try something never before attempted by a Catholic youth group in the United States. Using the emergence of this group as a catalyst, Nepil birthed an idea that split the youth program’s teens into three fraternities and three sororities. Nepil’s inspiration? Harry Potter.
In her best-selling young adult series, J.K. Rowling split the school of Hogwarts into four different houses. Stephen Nepil split Cabrini’s youth program into three, with each fraternity adopting a sister sorority. Just as the wizarding world of Harry Potter drove their house competition through the fictional game of quidditch, Cabrini’s fraternities and sororities would drive their competition through a bi-annual dodgeball tournament. The prizes would be the Cabrini Cup for the girls and the Cabrini Belt for the boys (a cheaply made cup-shaped trophy and an old wrestling belt that a former teen had graciously donated). Each fraternity and sorority had a group of young adult leaders such as me and would craft an identity for themselves as well of a set of colors. These colors were emblazoned in t-shirt and hoodie form along with each group’s name.
To Nepil’s and much of the adult leaders’ surprise, the idea took off at an incredible rate. Teens loved sporting their “Cabrini gear” as it came to be known. Not only did teens and family members wear their fraternity and sorority shirts, they started to wear anything that sported the name “Cabrini” on it. The church sold shirts by the thousands. Youth group shirts were everywhere; schools, grocery stores, sporting events. Cabrini itself had seemed to create its own cultural identity. With this, Nepil’s head nearly exploded. He took things further.
Cabrini itself had become a culture just as Hogwarts was a culture. But still, Nepil saw that it lacked something. At the center of the Hogwarts culture was quidditch. At the center of Cabrini’s culture (aside from Christ) was dodgeball. What was missing? The glistening quidditch field. Cabrini needed a dodgeball field like the Hogwarts quidditch field, complete with tall looming flags. Though the idea of a dodgeball field with flags was a bit far-stretched for a suburban Catholic church, it was the way in which Nepil dawned upon the idea that was even more unconventional.
It was a night in August 2011 when Nepil handed me his phone. Several of the adult leaders and I were packed onto two cozy couches in the cramped tan-bricked church youth office. It was our traditional Monday meeting, and Nepil wore his classic inspired smile that both excited you and terrified you all at once. “Check this out.” Nepil’s crackly voice squeaked like an excited twelve year old who had been smoking since he was five.
I held the beaten i-Phone in my hand and examined the photo Nepil had left sitting on the screen. It was peculiar, seeming to be nothing more than trash on the side of the road. “What is it?” I asked.
Nepil smiled broadly. “It’s a beer can.”
“A beer can?”
“Yeah, isn’t it sweet?”
Sweet wasn’t exactly the word I would have used to describe it, but to Nepil the can was a stroke of genius. How, you ask? Upon the can was a makeshift crest with a lion on it. This crest gave Nepil an idea. Each fraternity and sorority would create its own crest, each one featuring a central crest representing all of Cabrini. The crest would look like so:
Somehow, someway Nepil was able to convince the other leaders and myself to go along with this extravagant idea, and throughout the next several months, crests, flags, and an outdoor dodgeball court were made. Nepil’s vision was alive and yet again successful. But throughout all of this, and the two years to come, one of Nepil’s visions could not be met: a Cabrini Belt championship for the Frassati Fraternity.
Unlike its brother and sister fraternities and sororities, Frassati had not always been Frassati. When the Cabrini fraternities were formed in 2010, the fraternity now known as Frassati went by the name of HVHY. Also unlike its brothers and sisters, HVHY was formed by teens, not adults. Essentially, HVHY was the leftovers; a group of senior guys not claimed by other two fraternities (the BAC and Auducia). At the time, Nepil asked the group of seniors to take claim of the third fraternity, name it, and give it a set of colors. The group was full of intelligent teenagers, which was reflected in the name they chose. HVHY referred to the Jewish name for God (Yaweh). Hebrew being a language that doesn’t spell out vowels and is written from right to left, HVHY became the mechanical English spelling of the Hebrew name for God. This was well and good, until the fraternity made hoodies using the Hebrew spelling.
Recently, the Catholic Church has made a movement away from the Hebrew Yaweh with respect to the Jews who still held the word as sacred. The Jews never speak the word for God (Yaweh). The Catholic Church, however, used the word freely for centuries. Had HVHY formed their fraternity a decade earlier, there would be little offense in their name as most Catholics were concerned. But with this recent change in Church teachings, the plain Hebrew spelling of Yaweh on the HVHY hoodies came with controversy and in time a name change.
By mid-May 2011, the seniors and founders of the HVHY were graduated and the fraternity they worked to form was abandoned and christened with a new name: Frassati. Stripped of its leaders and name, Frassati had to create a new foundation and identity. It was around this time that I received a phone call. The call was from Tyler Tracey, one of the youth ministers of Cabrini and the head leader of the Frassati fraternity. During this phone call I was asked to lead a group of teens for the Frassati fraternity. Being a young fool of only twenty years of age, I agreed. What I did not know was that I was about to play a large role in the formation of this fresh, new fraternity. The group I would lead would make up over fifty percent of the fraternity’s very humble numbers (a little over twenty teens). Compared to the other two fraternity’s growing sizes, Frassati fraternity look like a kernel of corn up against two oranges. Though a lack in numbers was the one thing that was not new for the fraternity, it was that size discrepancy Between Frassati and the other two fraternities that had shown its way onto the dodgeball court.
As the spectacle that was Cabrini culture and dodgeball was growing larger and larger, one thing remained. Frassati was going to lose and lose badly. After six tournaments, Frassati had won a grand total of one game. But as much as the numbers seemed overwhelming, the young guys of Frassati took the disappointment rather well. Their expectations were low, so a brutal defeat wasn’t that bad. Hey, they got a few guys out before losing. A close game was seen as a victory in their books. Many of the Frassati guys were fine being the fraternity that didn’t win dodgeball games. In some ways that was their identity. They were a group of young gentlemen. Yes, they may not have been the most athletic guys in the world (or Cabrini), but to themselves, they were good guys. They didn’t have to win any dodgeball games to prove that. But as much as the teens didn’t care whether they won or lost, the leaders and youth ministers did.
As it came time to form groups for the fraternities’ latest initiates in May 2013, Stephen Nepil had a plan. Unlike any other year before, Nepil paid close attention to the athletic skill of the youth program’s freshman. This year, he was going to try to stack Frassati with athletic talent. While the members of Frassati had remained patient with the fraternity’s lack of dodgeball success, Nepil wanted a change in the tides. Though his allegiances were with his own Auducia fraternity, Nepil wanted to see the Frassati win a dodgeball tournament. Going into the Fall tournament of 2013, it looked like Nepil might get his wish. The group that Frassati brought to the dodgeball tournament in September 2013 seemed like real contenders. Full of young baseball arms, the team was set to compete for the Cabrini Belt. But much as it is said in professional sports, you can’t buy a championship. The same can be said for amateur dodgeball. Once again, as it had for five of the previous six tournaments, Frassati lost all their games. The games were closer, but the results were the same. Despite Nepil’s efforts, the Frassati fraternity had made little progress when it came to dodgeball. Frassati was still the fraternity that didn’t win at dodgeball and expected to lose when they played. That was their identity. Until 2014.
There were no expectations for Frassati going into the tournament on January 26th, 2014. Sure, Nepil and all the leaders wanted Frassati to win, but they weren’t about to put any money on it. The tournament started the same they all had; with a Frassati loss. But unlike the tournaments of past, Frassati was close, real close. They had lost their first game by just one single player. This gave Frassati momentum going into the next three games; three games that they won. The fraternity was on fire after these wins. Suddenly that Frassati team that never won games was playing for the championship. Ablaze with excitement, the teens went to mass that night before the championship showdown in the lights and snow. But as the Frassati teens headed toward the sanctuary of Cabrini, one face was missing. The face was that of one of my senior guys, Nick Lantz.
Nick was never an athlete and never will be. Even if he was, he wouldn’t be a star. His size and height would make him a guy who stood in front of the star quarterback, not the star quarterback himself. But what Nick lacked in athleticism, he more than made up in heart and loyalty. Nick didn’t care if Frassati won a dodgeball game or not. He could hardly care if there was ever was a dodgeball tournament at all. Nick was a devout Catholic in the purest sense of the term. But when the Frassati teens raised their arms in victory, Nick’s were noticeably absent.
As I entered the sanctuary for mass I spotted Nick amongst the crowd and found a seat next to him. I didn’t hesitate to note his absence to him. “Where have you been?”
“I was in the chapel.” he answered.
Of course, the holy devout Nick Lantz was in the chapel. If given the option between praying and playing dodgeball, Nick would always pick prayer. So, it was no surprise to me that he had been in the chapel rather than basking in the glory of victory down on the field. What surprised me though, was his reason for being in the chapel.
A year before Frassati had won its first dodgeball game ever. During that game, Nick had been in the chapel, looking to get a break from the festivities. His intention was to return for the game. But when he returned to the field, Nick found that the game was over and miraculously Frassati had come out on top. Whether seeing it as a coincidence or an act of divine intervention, Nick recognized the correlation after Frassati lost their first game on January the 26th and decided to make a quiet yet bold decision. He would spend the next two hours in the chapel praying. During that time, Frassati went undefeated and clinched a spot in the championship game. Though simple, I saw it as one of the greatest acts of humility I had ever seen in a teenager. Here a senior in high school sought to skip out on his last chance to play dodgeball with his fraternity and saw it as his duty to go the chapel and pray while a group of younger teens secured victory. Incredible.
Even Nick Lantz couldn’t miss the chance to see Frassati compete in a dodgeball championship game against the dominant BAC fraternity. In the final double-elimination match-up, it seemed the tables had completely changed for the Cabrini fraternities. Frassati, once the victim of many embarrassing losses at the hands of the super athletic BAC, defeated the very same fraternity in convincing fashion. By the time that green dodgeball sliced through January snow and struck the final BAC teen, the number of Frassati competitors that still stood in on the opposite side nearly resembled the total number that had competed in the fraternity’s first dodgeball tournament nearly four years before. The tides had turned and they had turned toward the color of Frassati orange.