We admit it, Dear Readers, we have used you. Taken you for granted. Abused your trust. Abandoned our posts in your time of need. Yes, instead of providing you with the incisive commentary you have come to expect on this night when sport’s most storied rivals faced off, we spent the evening wining and dining our lovely wives at one of New York’s toniest tables—all paid for with the proceeds earned off your traffic. So wrong.
Rest assured, however, that our sources were keeping us aprised of the action throughout, and news of Sheff’s monster dinger only made that pistachio-chocolate semifredo taste all the sweeter. Rest assured as well that tomorrow we will be back in the saddle, bringing you only the best in Yanks-Sox dish. Okay. Time for some Rolaids. Good night and sleep well. We know the Yanks will.