Two Feathers in His Cap

Claude Beudert said the cup, which had “a mystical feel,” was the best thing he’d hugged “since the Missus.” Jack Graves

    When Claude Beudert’s golf team won the Suffolk County championship, John Goodman, with whom Beudert coached East Hampton’s county-championship girls tennis team in 1980, said he wondered if there were any others in Suffolk County who could lay claim to having coached county-championship teams in two different sports.
    “We had an incredible doubles lineup in 1980,” said Goodman. “Wendy Scheerer and Susan DePietro finished second in the county and went to the quarterfinals in the states. And they short-sheeted my bed in Syracuse. Tracy Kohr and Karen Nichols played two, and Julie Herrlin and Kip Marley played three. Nancy Lauber also played first doubles with Wendy when Susan was playing second singles. Our fourth singles player, Kim Notel, went 20-0.”
    “What made us so good was our incredible depth,” Goodman continued. “We beat Huntington in the semis and played Port Jefferson, which we’d beaten in the regular season, in the final. It was 40 degrees that day and the wind was blowing 35 miles an hour. A cold, gray fall day. We won fourth singles and all three doubles matches. The fourth point for us was first doubles. When the kids heard that they were jumping all over one another. The ones who were still on, second and third singles, asked if they couldn’t come off since it was over. We said they couldn’t. They didn’t tank, but they made it off pretty quick.”
    “There were no fire trucks when we got back. No nothing. . . . I can’t believe it was 31 years ago.”
    Asked how he compared this championship with the one of 1980, Beudert said, with a laugh, “I carried John Goodman through that last one — this one I did on my own. Both teams were focused and talented, but I’d say this team loves their sport more than any other team I’ve ever coached.”
    “After winning the tennis championship we stopped for ice cream at Robert’s in Southampton. It was near the driving range. Remember? Thirty-three different kinds of ice cream? . . . A truck wiped it off the map five years later.”