Canceled game? Great times. ’Toga done? Not yet.

VIRUS Misc.: Reader Julian Stein has not yet received his refund for a game long ago canceled — he and his wife had planned to attend a White Sox at Giants game last weekend — but he shared with us a photo of a communiqué sent this week from StubHub that read, “We hope you had a good time.”

➤ On May 9, Mike Francesa declared on the air that the thoroughbred meet at Saratoga “has already been canceled, this summer.” Patrick McKenna, NYRA’s director of communications, quickly tweeted, “The 2020 summer meet at Saratoga certainly has not been cancelled.” Now it’s Francesa’s move: “I nevah said that!”

With no games to pretend he correctly touted, his boasts about his “other home in Palm Beach” grown worn and pandemic unemployment surpassing 36 million Americans, Francesa is now bragging to listeners how much richer he has become picking recent stock market winners — only now that they’re winners, of course.

Francesa has never acknowledged the swindles and swindlers he and Chris Russo aided and abetted, including declaring Lenny Dykstra an investments genius. Soon Dysktra would be arrested, indicted, convicted and imprisoned for fraud. But that Mikey can sure pick ’em!

➤ Perhaps no one was more eager to watch SNY’s presentation of the Mets’ Game 5 World Series winner against the Orioles than reader Daryl Kessler, who was born that day, Oct. 16, 1969.

“My father tells me that my mother was good enough to wait for Cleon Jones to squeeze the final out before going into labor.

“As an aside, I was born nearly nine months to the day after the Jets won the Super Bowl, Jan 12, 1969.

“My dad, Richard, has always been an NFL Giants fan but he and my mom, Barbara — she’s not at all a sports fan — must have been caught up in the moment. They lived on Long Island, so maybe the fanfare surrounding Matt Snell’s 121 rushing yards put them in the mood.”

Now what about all those slightly younger Mets fans who thought they were delivered in 1974 by George “The Stork” Theodore?

➤ OK, here’s the deal: Golf courses have reopened but with restrictions. Every player who rents a cart must be alone in that cart unless he or she is with what’s described as — for real — “a romantic partner.”

So I guess what I’m writing here is a request for a season’s romantic partner — but just to share nothing more intimate than cart fees.