Sammy ‘The Bull’ Gravano steps into the ring

Sammy Gravano was known in olden days as Sammy the Bull. Sammy the rat. Sammy the confirmed pig. And these were his nicer kindly pre-prison references.

When Gigante, Gambino, Genovese and Gotti roamed New York City’s earth, Sammy Gravano had a little habit. Killing people. He knocked off 19 that authorities know of.

In the ’90s, I reported Lynda Milito telling me he killed her husband Louie. Unmentioned was that, in turn, this Louie had previously done in Hoffa — but that’s another whole story.

News now is that Sammy who ratted out John Gotti is about to get — along with Audrey Hepburn, Dr. Ruth, Taylor Swift, Queen Elizabeth and me — his own documentary.

Tony Testa, from a family of mobsters but he’s now turned realty broker, sent a picture message to turncoat rodent Sammy. What precisely exactly this is supposed to signify, I don’t know and not my problem, but it was a red bloodlike stain in the snow plus a pigeon feather alongside. Tony Testa’s uncles, also notsuchgoodniks, were tied to the Gambinos and well knew Sammy.

If you can believe it, Tony’s relative Joey, now serving life in Terminal Island, California’s federal prison, is — despite his current housing arrangement — connected with a new film. Working title: “The Kennedys of Cosa Nostra.” A musical it’s not. It’s about the infamous Testa brothers and con Joey was one of the mouths that opened.

Realtor Tony Testa: “I spoke to Uncle Joey about Sammy ‘The Bull’ Gravano. My uncle’s doing life — like 30 years — but hasn’t said Word One. And won’t. Snitches like Sammy are gangsters up until they’re sentenced to 20 years. Then they don’t want to be gangsters anymore. Real gangsters do life.”

That yummy yummy

Goldbelly is a low-class name that does high-class high-price food. It’s a delivery catering service. Bagels, pizzas, cakes, barbecues, caviar — every food, every delicacy — from every state, prepared in every state, shipped to every state. You only need to be able to afford it. Newest gold in Goldbelly’s belly — and ready for your own golden belly — is Martha Stewart. Like crabgrass, the woman’s everywhere.

Now she’s inside your home. Your kitchen. Partnering with them she’ll ship pastries, cookies, croissants, Danish bigger than the country, Majestic Martha cookies, and stuff called Martha’s Kouign-Amann which in some language means expensive. Big dough for big dough. Eight crumpets, $79. A better buy than an 8 x 10 of Kamala and right in time for your Valentine.

See crystal clear

While those Oscars still look to nag anyone into hosting — they’ll even take Biden — the Critics’ Choice thing is percolating. March 13 following Lauren Bacall, Kevin Costner, Clint Eastwood, Eddie Murphy, it’s Billy Crystal getting a lifetime achievement award at their 27th annual whatever. Fairmont Century Plaza. It’s like a double feature. It airs live on CW and TBS. Also getting something called a “SeeHer Award” is Halle Berry. What exactly that is, I don’t know but she’s getting it.

New horizons

After 19 years Kevin Costner is creeping back into directing. His project “Horizon” is somehow reminiscent of his 1990 “Dances With Wolves” which danced away with seven Oscars. It films later this summer in Utah . . . From Michael Kors: “Everyone wants to look 35. Or at least the vision of around 35. Even stars near age 60 want to look 35. All have the same body, same clothes, same hair.”

From an East Coast labor official: “If you think the space program is expensive now — just wait until the astronauts union is formed and they start charging by the mile.”

Only in New York, kids, only in New York.

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