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It’s just one of those nights in NYC when your friend who works for a management consultancy and knows everyone throws a Bday party at a speakeasy-themed bar in Prospect Heights on Vanderbilt and has a pro-photog present to take tight pix of smart folks holding crimson and clover colored cocktails.

I do want it

Here, at East Hampton Library Authors Night with: actress Lee Grant, author Holly Peterson, Poet Philip Schultz, Uber-user Josh Resnick, Restaurant Girl Danyelle Freeman, Entrepreneur and PR strategist Becky Wisdom, New York Times Food Genies Florence Fabricant and Eric Asimov and, finally, the copy of From Scratch which some guy showed me he asked Giada DeLaurentiis to sign.

My turn on Reality TV with Lisa Loeb for E!’s #1 Single

My turn on Reality TV with Lisa Loeb for E!’s #1 Single

Signing the Festivus book with Jerry Stiller sometime in the mid oughties at the now defunct BN on 6th ave and 22nd Street NYC

Signing the Festivus book with Jerry Stiller sometime in the mid oughties at the now defunct BN on 6th ave and 22nd Street NYC

Hunger for You

I just wrote this to someone:  You make me sigh. I don’t know why. It’s not your thigh. Nor your eye. It’s more along the lines of an apple pie.

Stories of the Type Newspapers Don’t Run Anymore

BEAUTIFUL BOSTON DAY FOR A SOFTBALL GAME

BOSTON.

THE grass is green and lush, the infield dirt reddish and moist.

The players compete hard, run out every ground ball, play through injuries, celebrate line drive hits and diving catches.

There is no one in the stands.

Boston is a gentle town, maybe too gentle for success in big league baseball.

But here in St. Peter’s Park, on a softball diamond in a quiet part of Cambridge, a group of men, most long past the youths in which they learned this beautiful game, revel in the town’s gracefulness on an Indian-summer day – running, catching and throwing just like a bunch of kids.

Anyone is welcome – even a New Yorker in town following the Yankees.

Fall leaves have gathered on the field’s edge, but not in the hearts of the players.

A hard single shoots into the outfield and Jamie Aronson, 50, chugs around first base trying to score, sweat flying.

A play at the plate – Safe!

“I feel like I’m 9 years old,” the psychologist says as he accepts congratulations from his teammates.

This pickup game has been going on every warm Sunday since 1975.

The players range from carpenters to chemical engineers and, like the Yankees, they hail from just about everywhere – from Japan to The Bronx.

A Harvard medical researcher Shoichi Fukayama, born in Tokyo, found this game seven years ago when he was in the park, waiting for a tennis date that never showed.

“Softball is very popular in Japan,” he said “Every college student plays.”

Like the proceedings a few miles away at Fenway Park, the players from New York are the best ones on the field here.

Eran Caspi, wearing a Mets hat, became a fan of that team when, as a 6-year-old, his family moved from Israel to New York a year before the Miracle Mets of 1969.

He learned to field grounders on asphalt in the borough’s parks.

“You learn quick reflexes there for those ground balls” the sharp third baseman said.

He and the visitor from New York were on the same team.

The visitor hit the hardest ball of the day, a shot that smacked the left field fence after one bounce. It couldn’t clear the fence because they use a “limited flight” ball here.

It is a friendly game.

Composer Arthur Levering, 46, chatted amicably with lute player Bob Asprinio.

There was plenty of talk about the Sox-Yankees series.

“When the Sox lose, I can’t sleep – you live these things over and over,” said Paul Shannon, 52, who is part of the group opposing tearing down Fenway Park to build a new stadium.

“Both those first two games showed the Yankees can be beaten,” he said.

But the big game is later. For now, there is only the timeless diamond, this timeless game.

In the early years women came out to play, but no longer.

“We’ve had four marriages from here,” said Steven Adelman, who’s been playing here for 30 seasons.

Still, it is not a game without some grittiness.

Trying to stretch a double into a triple, Levering is pegged in the back by a long throw from the right fielder.

“He’ll always have the marks of the ball on his back,” one teammate joked.

Levering, his wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, stepped out for a pinch runner while he iced his back – but he returned to play a few minutes later.

He said it wasn’t his worst injury here. That involved an extremely sensitive male area and two ultrasounds.

“The doctor said I’d have a permanent scar on my testicle – but it doesn’t impair my function,” he said.

Yes, like the Red Sox, the team of endless tragedy, the players here takes some licks and continue to fight hard, but in the end, you know how this turns out.

The team with the Mets fan and the visitor from New York won, 16-11.

http://nypost.com/1999/10/18/beautiful-boston-day-for-a-softball-game/