25 Years Ago in Bonac Sports: 07.20.17
25 Years Ago in Bonac Sports: 07.20.17
July 2, 1992
A five-mile road race dubbed “the Sir Thomas Crapper Memorial Runs,” in honor of the reputed father of the flush toilet, “the Edison of the loo,” will be held in Springs Saturday morning.
July 9, 1992
Because its 1991 entry in the Little League District 36 tournament won the county championship, East Hampton has received a first-round bye in the double-elimination tourney.
. . . Since it won the county championship, East Hampton has been divided into Town and Village leagues, each with separate charters. Because of the split, Alex Walter does not envision another county championship team from here in the near future, though he welcomes the expansion, which has provided more youngsters with an opportunity to play baseball. “Splitting the leagues has been very successful,” he said.
In related news, a number of those who played on last year’s county-championship team are now playing for the East Hampton Senior (Babe Ruth) League team, which is coached by Henry Meyer and Bill McGintee.
“It’s more fun this year,” Henry Uihlein said before the start of the East Hampton Town women’s slow-pitch softball league’s all-star game at Herrick Park Tuesday night.
“Why?” he was asked.
Uihlein thought a moment, and then turned to his team’s pitcher, Kathy Enck. “Why, Kathy?”
“The emphasis is not on winning anymore,” Enck replied. “We play hard, but if we lose, we lose. . . . Actually, when we have our whole team here we never lose.”
“That’s right,” said Uihlein, whose competitive fire is by no means extinguished.
July 16, 1992
The Gold Cup powerboat races, last seen in Montauk in 1931, “when,” according to the Montauk Yacht Club’s manager, Guy LaMotta, “Carl Fisher and his buddies from Port Washington raced around the lake at 54 miles per hour, which was pretty good then,” returned last weekend.
. . . “Better than sex . . . almost as good as sex . . . you’re carrying the mail . . .” were among the responses offered when drivers, throttlemen, and navigators were asked to describe the feeling of careening over choppy offshore waters at an average of 90 miles per hour, which is generally regarded as the equivalent of doing 180 or 200 on land.
. . . The Gold Cup laurels went to James Laznovsky’s “Extractor,” with Laznovsky, Frank Monte, and Bob Guzzo aboard. Averaging 92 miles per hour, the 32-foot Superboat was the overall winner and topped the D division as well.
Asked how it felt to race, Monte replied, with a smile, “It scares the crap out of you.”
It finally happened: Fred’s Big Guns, the hitherto-pre-eminent team in the East Hampton Town men’s slow-pitch softball league, boasting a 21-game winning streak that began in Southampton last winter, suffered its first defeat Monday night, at the hands of Tipperary Inn.
Ken Weldon, Tipperary’s 50-something pitcher, had much to do with pinning the 10-5 first-ever loss on the young Guns as he pitched — as well as can be done in slow-pitch — to spots.
The Guns’ heavy artillery blasted only one home run, by Jeff (Fudge) Miller in leading off the bottom of the sixth inning, a drive that just eluded the grab of the Inn’s left fielder, David Von Frank, as it bounced off the crossbar into the parking lot.
. . . As a result of the loss, the Guns’ record dropped to 11-1, and the Inn’s improved to 11-2.
July 23, 1992
An eight-year veteran of the Spanish professional basketball leagues, Howard Wood was to have left from East Hampton Sunday for a very brief stay in Spain in order to become a Spanish citizen, a maneuver that ought to lengthen his playing career and earn him more money.
. . . The jovial 33-year-old is one of Spain’s better-known players. He recently signed a two-year contract with Liria, a Valencia team in the highest division, with a one-year renewal option.
. . . Most Americans playing in the Spanish leagues do not go native, though Wood has. He speaks the language so fluently that at times he has done voice-overs for telecasts of sporting events from the United States, including the Super Bowl.
. . . His closest call, he said, had not come on the basketball court, but in the square of a small village. He and one of his teammates had been invited there to run before some young bulls, 700 to 800-pounders. Having “ducked into a lady’s house” on the first pass, they emerged to find themselves alone in the square with the herd, which had circled about and was now bearing down on them.
“Larry jumped and grabbed onto something. That left me all alone. Every doorway was filled with people.” As best he could, Wood tried to melt into a wall as the beasts thundered by inches from him, guessing, rightly, that when they ran in a group they would look neither to the left or right.
“When a bull is alone — that’s when you’ve got to watch out,” Wood said. He added, with a smile, “I haven’t told the coach about this. I guess he won’t read The Star.”
. . . Wood readily acknowledges that his 21-year-old brother, Kenny, is “much more of an all-around player than I am . . . I’m a low-post player with a 15-foot jump shot.”
It wasn’t easy playing in the paint in Spain, he continued. “If you’re the only American, they converge on you. You have to become a good passer. Well,” he confessed, flashing one of his knowing smiles, “I still shoot . . . I don’t pass that much!”