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Air Becker off to frozen New Hampshire this week. Will try to convince Marvin Hensler to stick his tongue to a flagpole.

There’s a definite spring in my step on this Monday morning. The Giants won, Ripley and I had a great dinner and drinks with three very eligible men last night. (Vinnie and Andrew helped pour us out of the limo when they dropped us off at my place. Becker couldn’t exactly do it, as he didn’t need to take a chance of ending up on the Page Six of The Post helping a couple of drunken staffers to the door.) Vinnie, whose body did not disappoint when he removed his parka at the restaurant, asked for my phone number while Andrew got Ripley’s. So even though we’re still in the Becker sweepstakes, our dance cards are not empty.

However, this semi-intoxicated conversation after we got inside had Sam howling:

Ripley: “So, you got a date with Vinnie?”

Me: “And you got a date with Andrew.”

Ripley: “Who do you like the best?”

Me: “Of the three guys? All of ’em.”

Ripley: “Yeah. I like them all too.”

Me: “And I think they all like both of us.”

At this point Sam interrupted by saying, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to America’s newest dating show… Caligula’s Palace!”

While this three guys and two girls romance polygon sounds like some sort of sixties commune, right now it makes for a very pleasant working environment.

Ah yes, back to the task of getting Becker elected president. This job, as you may have noticed, could seriously play havoc with my social life.

Frank wants me to check in first thing every Monday with Tyler, so I bounce into the conference room where I find him slumped in a chair yawning. “Late night?”

“Yeah, T.G. Didn’t get done watching the game till one. Wedding went on forever.”

“How was it?”

“The over and under is two years. Though I personally give it nine months.”

“That bad of a couple, huh?”

“Well, not many people know it but she got herself knocked up to trap him into marrying her.”

“I thought women were past that.”

“Most are, the bride was not. If you knew her, you’d understand.”

“Let me guess… bitchy and unattractive?”

“Correct on both points. One of her cousins was at my table and referred to her as Hannibal Lecter with boobs.”

“Why do men put up with that?”

He smiles, flicks his wrist and makes a whip noise.

“Oh, that.”

“And, as you would say, she has a good face for radio. You oughta see her complexion. Had to apply makeup with a paint roller. I think she was goalie on her high school dart team.”

I crack up at that line as he offers a soft smile. His eyes are a little droopy, and I can tell he’s not his usual upbeat self. “If you don’t feel well I can come back after lunch—”

“Nah, I’m okay. I’ll just pace myself today. I’ve been through this before. But I always remind myself it’s a blessing.”

“What’s a blessing?”

“My condition.”

“Not sure I understand, Tyler.”

He sits up straight and his eyes get a little misty. “My first job was in lower Manhattan, in the World Trade Center. On my usual Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule. The 9/11 attacks were on a Tuesday. That’s the only reason I’m still around. I had always wondered why God gave me this condition and that day I got my answer. Ever since, I’ve known He put me here to make a difference. If I’d been born with a normal metabolism I’d be dead like a lot of the friends I lost that day.” He gives me a soulful look that makes my eyes well up a bit.

“Well, they say God works in mysterious ways. You have such a positive way of dealing with challenges, Tyler. You’re a lot like my brother.”

“Mine is no big deal compared to your brother, from what I read. Anyway, we all have certain gifts, even if we don’t know they’re good for us sometimes. Maybe God blessed you with sarcasm to change the direction of the country.”

“Interesting way of looking at things.”

“Speaking of which, that little town hall thing up in the Live Free or Die state offers all sorts of possibilities.” He hands me a manila folder with two sheets of paper inside. “We’ve got a few plants in the audience and those are the questions they’ve been given.”