Things remain in full swing at the Ross School’s Tennis Academy, which this week welcomed Germany’s top-ranked 16-and-under player, Jonas Erdmann, said farewell for five weeks to Frank Ackley, a Springs resident who finished the year as the East’s top-ranked player in the 65s, and continued to celebrate with two of its pros, Hleb Maslau and Simona Weymar, their national indoor mixed doubles championship in Flushing Meadows over Christmas week.
Despite the absence of two starters, who, according to East Hampton High’s wrestling coach, Steve Tseperkas, had quit the team, the Bonackers bested Amityville 42-27 on the mats here on Jan. 7.
Colton Kalbacher, who in the countywide rankings that came out that day was listed third among Suffolk’s 152-pounders, led the way, pinning his opponent in 20 seconds.
Well, you can’t go to heaven again, as I found out these past two weeks in Southern California. While, I’m glad to say, we did as good a job as we’ve ever done in escaping Christmas, we couldn’t escape the human condition.
I tried my damndest, but even I, who washed my hands almost continuously, and who cradled babies only under duress, could not duck the bullet.
To have been the only one to have done so would not have been commendable. I’m glad to say, then, that I too got sick, like everyone else.
The second meeting of the Bridgehampton High School Killer Bees and the Pierson Whalers, in Sag Harbor Saturday afternoon, proved to be far more arresting than the first.
The Bees, who look as if they’ve got a team that could well make that school’s first trip to Glens Falls in 16 years, routed the Whalers 77-50 in a league-opener at the Bee Hive in mid-December, though, on Pierson’s court, whose stands were packed with fans, it was a different story.
While he was reared in Southampton, Chris Pike, a baseball pitcher who was drafted by the Tampa Bay Rays last June, has East Hampton ties inasmuch as his late grandfather, Carl Johanson, was for many years an administrator and football and basketball coach in the East Hampton School District.
That and the fact that he played five summers as a teenager for Kevin Brophy’s South Fork Sharks, a traveling baseball team that was based in East Hampton, practically makes him a local son.
A cold wind whipped along the ocean beach on New Year’s Day, though scores of “freezin’-for-a-reazon” plungers were not fazed. It was said that several hundred took the plunge for East Hampton’s food pantries at the village’s Main Beach, and that, soon afterward, 100 or so did so for Phoenix House at Beach Lane in Wainscott.
We will have returned from Palm Springs by now. When last we were there, at this time two years ago, I described it as heavenly inasmuch as we’d been able “to take delight in each other and to remember why we were magnetized from the start.”
“. . . It’s been a week in which everything’s been more than all right. No appointments to keep, no need to strip the bed because the cleaning women are coming, no urgencies, no duties of any kind. Ah, I’m telling you, to do nothing is to progress wonderfully.”
The year 2014 here in sports belonged to soccer, as the tide turned against football, though encouraging results in East Hampton’s middle school and youth program held out the promise that the sport may revive here in time.