IF you are south of Greenwich Street in Manhattan between noon and 5 p.m. today, look for a weird miniparade: A guy carrying a “quiet” sign followed by a golfer, his caddy and an entourage of nattily dressed “fans.”

His mortgage payments left him short on dough.

Once the performance was all over, they left.

The Colt Evil chiefly affects young stoned colts, which have full liberty with mares before they are able to cover them.