Donkey Baseball at Mashashimuet Park 1965

Man, I was watching the World Series last night, when I was thinking about my cousin Steve who was down here for the summer of 1965 from Far Rockaway, staying at the family homestead on Division Street. Every day was set to the exactly same routine. Sleep until 11am, get up, eat breakfast. At exactly 2pm our aunt drove us to either Left Sagg, AKA Gibson Beach, or to Long Beach. We would stay there until 6pm and then come back home. If it rained, we always went to the Bridgehampton Candy Kitchen. At night were were free to do what we wanted and usually hung out down street. One summer night in 1965 they had a donkey baseball game in Mashashimuet Park. Guys would have to get on a donkey, hit a baseball and get to first base. We watched it from the old grandstand. Kinda stupid. After the game was over we hung around until the man in charge of the donkeys tied them up for the night to a tree in the park and went home. We thought about untying them for a joke but the donkeys were kinda of nasty and we thought the better of it. Stupid game but that was what summer of 1965 had to offer in Sag Harbor

Old grandstand we watched the donkey baseball game from