The postseason was to have commenced in earnest this week for seven of the nine East Hampton High School teams that earned berths in them.
Only football, which bowed out at 0-8 in the foulest of foul weather here Saturday, and field hockey came up short.
Girls tennis last week turned in a surprisingly good effort in a 5-2 second-round loss to the eventual county champion, Half Hollow Hills East.
A United States International Tennis Federation senior tennis team on which two locals, Frank Ackley and Vinnie Horcasitas, played recently won the Amigos Cup in Merida, Mexico.
Ackley, Horcasitas, and Mark Harrison, who, in the summer, is the head pro at the East Hampton Tennis Club, played together in the same tournament two years ago, but the Mexicans successfully argued then that they should keep the Cup even though Hurricane Ida, with Mexico holding a slim 6-4 lead, had forced the cancellation of 50 of the scheduled 60 matches.
Putting my money where my mouth was I redistributed a chunk of my wealth this past weekend in the city, living large, as it were, and tipping lavishly, though remaining all the while humble and thankful for my good fortune — a pluralist despite exceptionalist tendencies.
At the Oyster Bar, and having ordered six Blue Points and six round ones from Maine, I knew that while I was no Diamond Jim Brady, I was blessed — all the more so because Mary, who I had thought would be sharing, contented herself with shrimp.
Four years ago, Lee Oldak, who owns the Amagansett Beach Company, and who, though not a rower himself, had been selling shells down by the seashore, went to the Snowflake Regatta on the Peconic River in Riverhead, and became hooked.
“I loved the tailgate scene, with people cheering on the rowers from the shore . . . and I thought, ‘I can do this.’ That’s the short of it — that’s what got me started.”
Yesterday, I gathered up 585,000 words, put them in a box on which I’d written “Jack’s Columns, 1986-2011 (2005 missing),” and walked with them and Henry (he used to walk me, now I walk him) up to the Pork Store, where I handed them over to one of my daughters, who had said, perhaps not knowing what she would be in for, that she’d like to make a book.
On a beautiful windy fall day, the East Hampton High School boys soccer team took Shoreham-Wading River to school here by a score of 4-0.
Saturday’s was as good a game as the team has played this season — smooth sailing for the entire 80 minutes, leaving only superlatives in its wake.
John McGeehan had promised the meet between the East Hampton and Harborfields High School girls swimming teams last week would be a barn burner, and it was.
So, as a matter of fact, had been the last two meets between these teams, though this time instead of the Tornadoes winning, the Bonackers did.