Yes, Halloween was last night, but I think we can all agree there is still a black and orange haze in the air.

November 1 is a little like January 2 in that it offers a hangover and 45 Facebook pictures to untag. Only this morning you have built-in excuses for anything you might have done last night.

Let’s say you got arrested. Well, that’s because you were a Cincinnati Bengal for Halloween. Or the reason you got drunk and danced around with an empty 30 box on your head was because you were doing your Jonathan Papelbon impression.

The possibilities are endless. Public intoxication is just a tribute to Joe Namath. Cheating on your girl friend (possibly on a booze cruise) is nothing more than showing your appreciation for Daunte Culpepper.

So what if you disappeared from all your friends last night, answered no calls and quite possibly still haven’t talked to them. You were pulling a Mark McGwire.

It’s not Halloween if you don’t see a few girls dressed in lingerie and bunny ears. It’s not a night out if you didn’t spend a little too much at the bar. But last night it’s OK because it was just part of your George Steinbrenner costume.

If you left your party at 11 and got made fun of for leaving early, all you did was hang it up a little prematurely, a la Tiki Barber.

How about if you were lights out on the beer pong table all night, but you just couldn’t hit a last cup — it’s because you were running the A-Rod playbook. And if you just lost every game of beer pong plus your ride home, keys and maybe wallet, too, then that losing trend was in honor of Greg Robinson.

Maybe you don’t like Halloween and didn’t want to dress up so you threw on a grimy, old hooded sweat shirt and didn’t talk to anyone all night. Sounds like a pretty good Bill Belichick costume to me. And if you cried at all for any reason, you were doing Dick Vermeil proud.  

After the nice kids in the music school yelled at you for stealing their bass, you can politely call them today and explain that it was part of your Jose Reyes getup.

If you were going for a sweet ’70s bro but ended up looking awkward in a leisure suit, you can pass it off as Al Davis. Or if your blowout party was graced by all of four guests, you were going for a Dolphin Stadium look.

It doesn’t matter what you did, your get out of jail free card is right here — written, printed and ready to go.

But this mulligan only lasts one night. Come tomorrow, you can’t be a sixth-year senior and pretend you’re Vinny Testaverde.