J.Lo falls all over Yankees championship ring

Jennifer Lopez. Back on “Shades of Blue” with Ray Liotta, who plays whatever on NBC-TV’s top cop drama.

Facing a wall of cameras — not that she ever strays far from them — Jennifer’s gorgeously dressed in Zuhair Murad. Sequins. So décolleté you can see where her twins had their first meal. And tight? She’d have to sweat outside because there’s no room for it inside.

Jenny from the block’s block that was in The Bronx. So she says: “Your ring. It’s from the Bronx Bombers. Let me see the ring.”

She grabs 2000’s Yankees championship ring and calls out: “Photograph this.” Then, to me: “How’d you get this?”

It was New York to New Yorker. Steinbrenner and Yankees president Randy Levine bestowed it on me.

Pointing my finger to the lens, she tells another fotog: “Close-up. Get a close-up.”

All I want is my interview. She says: “I never leave the ability to work. I always work hard. I want to do more. I have that same hunger. Growing, exploring keeps you alive.”

Then, calling to her handler: “My phone. I want a shot of the ring on my phone.”

Earlier, Jennifer, who just got in from her Vegas show and was on her fifth outfit change for the day, did a 5 a.m. call for morning interviews, the “Today” show, Hoda and Kathie Lee, Tom Joyner radio, Seth Meyers, Trevor Noah, a Ryan Seacrest thing, whatever’s Big Boy Neighborhood on the radio and a Jimmy Fallon taping. After me, Andy Cohen. All on three hours sleep. She logged more hours than the cop she plays on TV.

I finally say: “So, now, about your NBC show?” Jennifer releases my hand, gets up, says, “No more time. I’m late. I have to go.”

And that was my exclusive one-on-one private sit-down Jennifer Lopez interview.

Hats off to one of our best actors

Sidney Poitier, Oscar’s first African-American Best Actor winner, just hit 90. Nominated in ’59, he won in ’64 for “Lilies of the Field.” He began as a dishwasher who couldn’t read a newspaper “until a Jewish waiter taught me how.” I love him and wish to celebrate him.

Long long back Harry Belafonte said: “I’ve been saying for years that there’s more of us than just Sidney Poitier.” In 2002, the year Sidney got an honorary Oscar, Tom Hanks said: “I worked as a bellboy and carried Mr. Poitier’s bags once, and he tipped me five bucks!” In 2014, Oprah : “He inspired my career. I was 10, sitting on the linoleum floor in my mother’s Milwaukee apartment, and in awe. A colored man arriving in a limousine — and that he won an Oscar!”

Odds & ends

Patti LuPone and Christine Ebersole’s Chicago-tested musical “War Paint,” opening April 6, began previews at B’way’s Nederlander. This battle of cosmetic giants is already more in demand than their lipsticks . . . DENZEL Washington: “You learn to talk fast here. My deli turkey, lettuce, tomato sandwich came before I mentioned mayo. I said, ‘Where’s the mayonnaise?’ The waiter was onto the next table already. To survive in New York, you learn to pick up the pace.”

Who’s next?

We applaud and welcome multicultural opportunity. Last year, Oscars were predominantly white, this year significantly African-American.

Next year’s specific group expecting representation will be what? Slavs who flunked math? Hungarians who crack their knuckles?

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Manhattan. Black car service at uncrowded 7:25 a.m. Pickup address, 58th Street. Destination address, 67th Street. We’re talking nine unbusy blocks. The driver puts on his GPS.

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