It’s Friday and it’s almost as if a show’s begun: There were 12 instead of the usual five or six servers behind the counter at Starbucks this morning. Main Street traffic was very, very slow. Noses were pressed up against the doors at BookHampton, which was to reopen the next afternoon.
Kevin Bunce, who’s coaching the Montauk Rugby Club’s youth sides, said Monday that this past weekend’s game with the Rockaway 19-and-unders had been scratched “because of behind-the-scenes maneuvering that effectively put us out of the playoffs.”
Frank Ackley, who once played on a pro tennis satellite circuit in Africa — packing it in when he thought he might wind up eating zebra meat — won his first national tournament the other day, in doubles, with his new partner, Mike Dickens, of Melbourne, Fla.
Knowing that my brother-in-law was going to the Kentucky Derby this year, thus forgoing his annual party where he persuades attendees to part with significant sums of money as he, as auctioneer, hypes the virtues of seeming — and, in the end, certifiable — also-rans, I said to Mary, “The good news is we’ll save $300 this week.”
After having dropped three in a row, one of them to a Westhampton Beach team that was a marvel in transition, the East Hampton High School girls lacrosse squad bounced back Monday to defeat Elwood-John Glenn 12-11 in a game that was riveting throughout.