Hall of Fame

Larry Terrell

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Hall of Fame

Harvard Athletic Achievements

In a Harvard program renowned for incredible players on incredible squads, Larry Terrell emerged as a notable and distinguished athlete. Terrell was an integral member of a late-60’s team that captured two Ivy League Team Championships, three NISRA Team Tournament Championships, and three National Nine-Man Championships. As a sophomore in 1967-68, he posted a 16-2 record playing mostly at the #2 position – with his only regular-season loss coming at the #1 spot vs. McGill. His second loss came in the national final against teammate Anil Nayar ’69, another Hall of Famer. As a junior in 1968-69, Terrell posted a perfect 8-0 record at the #2 position. En route to winning the 1970 national championship, he did not drop a single game in six matches and he won the national final match by a dominating score of 15-7, 15-6, 15-4. Roundly recognized as one of Harvard’s finest squash players ever, he was a three-time All American (1967-68, 1968-69 and 1969-70), as well as the individual National Champion in 1969-1970. As a senior captain in 1969-70, Terrell posted a perfect 16-0 record at the #1 position and only lost three games all season. He finished his Harvard career with a record of 40-2.

Hall of Fame

Remembering Harvard Athletics

I am sorry I cannot join you tonight to share this festive occasion and express in person how deeply honored I am to enter the Harvard Varsity Club Hall of Fame. A bad hip makes it hard to travel at this time.

Ask people about the game of squash singles and, if they do not confuse it with the vegetable, they will tell you it is quintessentially individual sport. One of the most striking aspects of squash at Harvard, therefore, is the extent to which the team context enriched what can be a lonely, self-absorbed enterprise. To be sure, there’s no denying the satisfaction I got as an individual to lose only one intercollegiate match in four years. But, curiously, the dramas which after so many years replay themselves most vividly in my mind are the team contests, the team camaraderie, and, not least, the team comedies.

An abiding theme of my squash experience at Harvard was a sense of privilege to join a long tradition of excellence and the equally strong, though unspoken, daunting duty to put forth one’s best to carry the accomplishment forward. The roster of championship teams and individual champions whose photos line the walls of Hemenway Gym represented not just the college scrapbook but truly the history of the sport itself.

As is likely the case for many Harvard athletes, no memory endures longer than that of our coach. I only regret that he, and my quietly supportive parents, did not live to have the pleasure of seeing this honor bestowed on their pupil and child.

A lifelong mentor and friend, Jack Barnaby was simply the best teacher I ever had. His influence extended from the practical to the profound. In showing how to master new shots and skills methodically piece by piece, like piano exercises, and apply them intelligently, he transformed generations of raw athletes into virtuoso performers. He tailored his advice to each individual’s unique mix of strengths and weaknesses, helping you to make the most of your intrinsic potential. All this was spiced with such an eternally boyish, infectious enthusiasm that one was eager to learn and work. He instilled the values of sportsmanship and of respect and consideration for each person regardless of rank of affiliation – for one’s teammates, whether ranked one or nine; for one’s opponents; and even for opposing coaches.

And, most valuable of all in retrospect, he tried his best to temper our intense, ambitious natures by reminding us to keep a healthy perspective and, practicing what he preached, demonstrated a self-deprecating humor. In this regard, he set a good example by proclaiming that of all his storied achievements he was proudest of having picked one summer at Squam Lake a record 72 quarts of wild blueberries.

Briefly put, Harvard was for me very much a multidimensional education acquired partly in the seminar room and professor’s office, as well as in Lowell House and the stacks of Widener. But, above all, it was immeasurably enriched by my involvement in Harvard Athletics.

Thanks, Varsity Club, for the honor. Thanks, Harvard Athletics, for the memories.