My name is Stitches and I approve this farewell message.
The long and winding road. … Stick a fork in us. We’re done. Long season.
Hope you enjoyed the ride.
We got off to our usual rough start in April and May. Fell -1,150 piniellas below sea level in June and July.
Pounded out winner after winner in the playoffs (which may or may not have saved our job) but like the Yankees, we ended the season a little short at -205 rizzutos.
Hey, Yankees fans, there was no money left in Mayor Adams’ budget for another parade, anyway.
Thank yous. To you the readers for getting us through.
For all the mail, both good and nasty.
To Mayor Adams, President Biden, Donald Trump and Kamala Harris for providing an endless supply of unintentional comedy.
To Ben and Jen and Taylor and Travis. And to the editors at The Post who waited patiently for me to file at midnight.
Enjoy the holidays. Enjoy the election. Prediction?
That half the country won’t be happy.
100 days until pitchers and catchers. Until then, stay well.
