Point of View: Beatific Vision

In the predawn hours before the boys basketball state final last week, I began thinking of possible headlines, assuming, of course, that the eight-time-champion Killer Bees would win a ninth title. Which they did, in fine fashion.

“Bees on Cloud Nine”

“Bees Swarm to the Task”

“Beeline Made to Title”

“Bees Awake and Sting”

“How the Once Mighty Are Pollen”

“Apidi, Apidae . . . How the Rout Goes On”

“Fab Hive Comes Alive”

“Bee-fense! Bee-fense!”

“Back in the Honey”

“Fans Go Apian”

“Mills Shut Down”

“Uticans Can’t”

“Bees Alight, Put Mills to Flight”

“Bridgies Take Care of Beesness”

“Bees Knees as Usual”

“Hymenopterrific!”

“Bees on Warp Path, Mills Beweft”

Well, you get the idea. I’m not exaggerating all that much. I’m told I have terminal alliteration, though I don’t worry — it’s a dilatory disease.

Last weekend was the eighth time I’ve seen a Bridgehampton High School boys basketball team play in a state Final Four — the first time, in 1980, was in Rochester, and the rest have been in Glens Falls — and, though I do, it never gets old.

Glens Falls is a rather depressing place, though the Killer Bees always light it up, which reminds me, I hope the sign at the entrance to Bridgehampton, the handsome one saying “Home of the Killer Bees” and listing all the years in which they’ve won state titles, will be put back up. Or if it cannot be found, that a new one will be made and installed with proper pomp and ceremony.