(See my 20 pictures from the game.)

I was sad to see them go. Some of them, of course, would be driving back to Long Island, emptying out the parking lot that serves as a lovely backdrop for the Eyesore Shea Stadium. At least I could still enjoy the sound of planes buzzing overhead and the smell of my friend's gaseous output of sausage and hot dogs.

Picky, the man-child seated next to me, whose girth annoyingly spilled over into my personal space, had long since departed. I don't know where he went but he was surely picking his nose. Picky, you see, would not stop picking. He picked the left nostril. He picked the right. He picked with one finger, two fingers, even two hands. Folks, he just picked. And picked. And picked.

The four of us laughed our asses off at Picky, also known as Smails' Kid, rejoiced the Yanks' victory and shook our heads postgame when a fat bastard threatened one of the Yankees' section 39 Bleacher Creatures with a box cutter. Took the knife out and showed the blade. Box cutters in New York; never forget, huh? (The Bleacher Creature walked away and said the guy should be eating salads, not threatening to blade people.)

Around 2 a.m., we went to Yogi's. I'm not sure what answer I was looking for when I asked a couple what else they did for exhibitionism. I guess I had hoped it involved my digital camera. The woman had exposed her breast already, and they were feeling each other up as if no one was around, but they didn't really answer my question. Maybe I didn't ask it correctly. It's not like I was able to speak clearly anyway.

At 4 a.m., we went to a diner, where we gabbed with prom partiers at one table and three strippers from nearby Penthouse Club at another. The strippers didn't care for our company. The guys who came in later to eat with them really didn't care for our company. So we left, I got home at 5 a.m. and thanked the Lord once again that I live in New York.

Other Sports Links:

• King Kaufman's Sports Daily — Salon.com's sportswriter e-mails in to say he's going daily with his columns. King was the only sportswriter (besides me) smart enough to note than Kansas benefited from missing some free throws against Syracuse in the NCAA hoops title game, because the Jayhawks scored on a few putbacks after free-throw misses. The latest of his 5-days-a-week column is always available at salon.com/sports. (Look for an upcoming interview with King on PK.com.)

• Canseco Tests Positive for Steroids, Jailed — The guy's a loser, straight up. His recent Outside the Lines appearance, when (while wearing a wife-beater, which he is) he asserted that the backlash against Sammy Sosa was discriminatory, was John Rockeresque in its stupidity.

• Double Standard Toward Spurs a Sham — Columnist Mike Bianchi calls out people who say they value teamwork and selflessness, then throw dirt on the "boring" San Antonio Spurs. Great point. I think, though, that no matter what fans say they value, it is drama that grabs attention. Which is why trash-talk and confrontation before series makes for great theater. Who didn't want to see Kings-Lakers for that very reason?