What plan? Has anyone a copy of it?

This past Sunday was a superb spring day for Mets-Yankees. Warm, sunny, inviting. Too bad the expensive interleague matchup was sold as a night game for TV purposes.

And there’s nothing funny about that.

In Games 1 and 2, both at home vs. the Knicks, the Celtics — a professional, exorbitantly paid team — played without a Plan B.

One can so often get it so wrong yet never have to answer for their mistakes ... or lies. 

Why do we now so often know that we can do far better than the highest-paid professionals we see at work every day?

The sports world, especially as delivered by broadcast media, now provides an unlimited supply of buckets with which to poison the well.

If necessity is the mother of invention, what are we going to do with all the orphans?

What people see watching A&E's “Stadium Lockup” is the violent, vulgar, bloody, drunk and disorderly social rot one increasingly expects at NFL games.

Sure, the preferred way to explain the decay of fundamentals throughout big league baseball is to shrug, and say, “Well, The Game has changed.”

CBS and ESPN can marinade all the solemn, sanctified glop on the Masters and its hallowed grounds and buildings they choose. Pastor Nantz’s hush-toned seasonal sermons can preach his reverence from the purity pulpits of Augusta till we begin to speak in tongues. But we’re not stupid.

The words recently spoken by Eagles GM Howie Roseman, self-made 49-year-old father of four and gatherer of Super Bowl champion personnel, made both noise and news. 

Justice is served! Come and get it! 

After you’ve punched your best customer in the head, what’s the best way to apologize? That’s right, next kick him in the groin. It’s the Rob Manfred/MLB business model.

Roll over, Tide, roll over.

Not everyone will have a future in video games to fall back on.

There are exceptions to most every rule. As long as they’re exceptional.

Momma never told me there’d be days like these.

Good morning. First, a warning: Whoopi Goldberg will be featured in this column.

The TV rosters are loaded with dubious choices placed in conspicuous positions for transparent social messaging.