Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the Wretch, an Anonymous Nincompoop who made the scene at Palisades Park today looking like he was about to retch. He was frozen in position, hunched over as if in pain and clutching his stomach for dear life. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he'd just swallowed an Apple Fritter from you know where. "Are you O.K.?," I asked. "I'm fine," he growled, "Just working out." Moments later he assumed what I guess some might call a Yoga position. Something tells me his Lycra workout suit was cutting off the circulation to his brain ...!