Here’s the thing about April Fool’s Day.

I fall for it every year. This morning, getting up crap-early for a run, I actually turned around and ran back to the house when I heard the Stern replacement show, then I woke stee, to deliver the bad news.

“He’s gone, stee. Howard’s gone.” Like someone had died. “They did it.”

And then I stood there, Jessica Simpson singing in my ear. I realized. “Forget it. It’s April Fool’s Day. Just remembered. Sorry.”

I fall for the stupid pranks every year, probably because I’ve got my eyes on the prize (my birthday’s in three days), and forget that the First is filled with people lying.

That’s right. I said it. April Fool’s Day is for liars.

Happy Liar’s Day, Liar.