SING IN THE NEW YEAR!

Celebrating 2017 in NYC sports

S JOHN Lennon said: “So this is Christmas … and what have you done?”

Me? I’ve collected a batch of Carols for the season. Merry Christmas. Happy Holidays. And here’s to a prosperous 2017 for all of us … “For the Giants at the Meadowlands” (“Walking in a Winter Wonderland”) McAdoo in a bad suit Victor Cruz in a dispute Don’t fret OBJ Will make it OK For the Giants at the Meadowlands. JPP’s convalescin’ Running game needs addressin’ Relax, OBJ Is playing today For the Giants at the Meadowlands. Sometimes he’s too mouthy and too chatty. Sometimes he will hug the kicker’s nets. Then he’ll drive a secondary batty Because his engine’s built like a Corvette’s Eli’s been inconsistent His tight ends, non-existent But throw to Thirteen A bomb, slant or screen All is well here in the Meadowlands. “Rooting for a Unicorn Named Kristaps” (“Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”) Rooting for a unicorn named Kristaps Makes the Knicks fans smile Before now, let’s face it It had been a while Working with a unicorn named Kristaps Makes a coach look smart Gives you far more options Than your counterpart Here we are, 2017 Garden mezzanine Abuzz KP6 drains another 3 No hyperbole Because … Through the years, he’ll only get much better As the fans scream, “Wow!” Until then he’ll warm the gym like Curacao So enjoy yourself A unicorn like Kristaps now. “My Favorite Nines” (“My Favorite Things”) (As sung by New York baseball fans) Collins, Girardi postgame after losses Answer tough questions and dodge albatrosses Fans sling their arrows, sharp as porcupines These are the chiefs of my favorite nines. Cespedes slugging (when he isn’t chipping) Sanchez in shin pads (when not Yankee Clipping) Grandy and Gardy play hard ’tween the lines These are the vets on my favorite nines … When the Jets fail When the Nets flail When the Isles are bad … I simply remember May, June and September And then I don’t feel … so sad Noah, deGrom, Severino, Tanaka Duda and Bird fit like Han and Chewbacca Spring training beckons, chalk all the baselines It’s time to think of our favorite nines. “It’s the Hap-Hapless-est Time for the Jets” (“It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”) It’s the hap-hapless-est time for the Jets There’s Fitzpatrick for benching And losses gut-wrenching As bad as it gets! It’s the hap-hapless-est time for the Jets It’s the mis-miserable-est season to date In The Post there’s Costello (A most happy fellow) Now cursing his fate Writing ’bout all of this misery to date … There’s the GM Maccagnan (The Jets’ James Buchanan) Who just may be over his head Then there’s Todd Bowles for coaching (And Sunday-night roasting) Who might take up bowling instead It’s the rot-rotten-est year for the Green Just like snow in Wisconsin It’s clear Woody Johnson Should sell the damned team It’s a rot-rottenest year … for the Green! “All I Want for Christmas Is WOO-WOO!” (“All I Want for Christmas is You”) (Sung by New York sports fans) I don’t want a lot for Christmas Just the playoffs for the Knicks Maybe just a shot in Houston For Eli and his bag of tricks I just want the Yanks and Mets As October favorites Canyon Dreams come true! All I want for Christmas is … WOO! WOO! I don’t want a lot for Christmas Just a Cup run for the King (Maybe have him beat the Devils On the way to claim his ring) I just want the Mets and Yanks Selling half-price ballpark franks (That’s too much, it’s true …) All I want for Christmas is … WOO! WOO!