Look, we are realists here at The Post, same as you are. We do not suffer fools gladly, and we do not merrily accept our present lot in life, which is to look at the current sporting scene and want to invent a cocktail of Alka-Seltzer and Pepto-Bismol. Yes, that’s pretty gross but, then, we are all sports fans and we live in New York. We know gross.
Ah, but the calendar has flipped at last. We can finally bid adieu to 2018 and all the awfulness it contained, and we can bring to this New Year’s Day all the optimism and all the hope a new year brings to every other element in our lives.