You know how good it feels to be right? It’s that satisfied feeling you get when there’s some kind of controversy and you make your case. Then something happens and you can demonstrably prove that you were right. Case closed. You don’t have to be that smug guy who dances around, jumps on a table and says, “In your face, sucker!” You know you were right and you can quietly sit back feeling assured.

But sometimes it feels good to be wrong. I was oh, so wrong on Sunday, and it felt as nice as any time I’ve ever been proven right in my whole life.

So here’s the deal. I went up to NYC for the day on Saturday, and it was beautiful.