The Bar Belles know as much about wrestling as we do brain surgery.

So why in the good Lord’s name did we choose to slam a few cold ones at WWF New York last week?

Convenience, for one thing. All subway lines lead to the Times Square station, which is stumbling distance from the WWF’s subterranean bar. Size is another reason. Our reasonably priced Stoli tonics came in whopper glasses.

Reason No. 3: Baseball. There are few bars in town where you’ll be able to watch the Yanks cream the Mariners this weekend on two dozen TVs.

Yeah, you’ll probably have to put up with a couple of tubes playing pre-taped WWF “fights.” And you might have to suffer the drunken frat boy-types trying to score with Lucy Lawless look-alikes (the dining room apparently becomes a nightclub on Saturday nights, which we think sounds rather scary). But on the whole, the WWF bar’s tops for those who like big drinks and even bigger wrestlers.

WWF New York, 1501 Broadway, between 43rd & 44th streets, 212-398-2563.