By Jamie Gabrini, Special Columnist I’m sick of wine. I don’t quite know how this happened, but it’s true. At some point during the past year, I lost interest in wine and – quite frankly – don’t give a fig anymore. Or at least at the moment. I certainly have not been in wine all that long. I think it’s been five years now since I decided that Chateauneuf-du-Pape was heaven in a glass and that I simply could not live another day unless I worked in wine. In hindsight, I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe my ego…