The phone rings.

"New York Mets, may I help you?" asks the receptionist.

I explain that I am looking for confirmation of a published report that the Mets will be sold early next week, possibly as soon as Sunday, when a board meeting will be held.

"Nobody here knows anything," replies the receptionist, innocently. "Wait, let me connect you..."

"Yeah?" says a gruff voice.

"Yes, with whom am I speaking?" I ask.

"What do you want?" he answers.

I explain my search.

"Sunday?" he chortles. That's Super Sunday--you don't expect them to have a board meeting on Super Sunday, do you?"

"But," I protested," Dick Young in the New York Daily News..."

"Listen," the unnamed source interrupted confidentially, verbally putting his arm around my shoulder, "I worked for the New York Daily Mirror for thirty years,...and I still laugh at the newspapers."

"What did you say your name was?" I asked the old warrior.

"Ochs. O-C-H-S. Charlie Ochs."

"Well, do you know where I can..."

"No, we don't know anything." Click.