Ah, man, I feel like the Mets losing to the Cardinals. You dominate all season long, you get to the postseason and bam! One poor pick, one bad day at the plate and the lesser guy moves on. There’s always next year, I suppose. Congratulations to L.J. for picking the Super Bowl correctly, although I’m quite proud of picking more games (and the Super Bowl, if you really boil it down, is just another football game) right than anyone else. My logic that a seven-point spread would be hard to cover was correct, things just didn’t happen to work out. You tip your cap to Peyton and L.J., boo Rex Grossman loudly and move on. I knew Rex Grossman and the NFC were bad, but wow ‘

Maybe I picked with my heart instead of my head, maybe I was trying too much to go against the grain. I’m a Mets fan. A feeling, breathing human being pumping blood, unlike some Yankees-fan assistant sports editor I know. Sue me. (Actually, if you lost money because of me, please don’t. I hope no one was that stupid.)