by Zincsmith Billiard, Sports Editor. All that basbeball nonsense about going yard? This is how the street kids do it tho’ why I was here, precisely, is a tale for another time. For now let’s just say, ecstatic as I am the Mets blew it (not-quite-instant karma for raping the public coffers but fuck all ya’ll anyway, this means you Fred Wilpon, Mayor Bloomberg & nearly the whole of the New York City Council), I was dragged to see my boys at Abraham Lincoln High School lose in football to the purple & white invaders from Tottenville on Saturday, 42-16. (The Staten Island Advance has a good gallery of game shots up.) Tottenville?! Hey, I love my Staten Island peeps, mostly, but come on, Tottenville has cheerleaders, man. Abraham Lincoln, in blue & silver, did not, unless you count me. Why me? Well, for one thing I dated a Lady Railsplitter for a spell back when I was a freshman at racially torn James Madison High School. For those few frantic months in the Winter of 1979 it was wild, man, wild: we even saw The Warriors together at The Kent— The Kent! Afterwards Lady Railsplitter & I hopped into the cut & track walked west to Bensonhurst to get some 18th Avenue pizza & … Come back Lady Railsplitter, it’d be awesome if you told the rest of it.
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