Multiple Grimaces, including the genuine one, plus Mr. and Mrs. Met, Candelita, Frank the Tank and other assorted Mets-themed celebrities are living it up in Queens these days, luxuriating in baseball’s best story and, for now, maybe its best team, too.
The Mets are hot, maybe just hot enough to keep this blue and orange celebration alive. There’s a party going on in Flushing , and the way things are going, it may last awhile. They may not yet be the hot ticket among the Big Apple glitterati (though superfan Frank is super popular today), but they are undeniably the hot team, the team that puts on the best show and, at least lately, the team that prevails.
In this season of unparalleled parity, a rare year with no 100-game winner, where the Dodgers pitching looks decimated, the Yankees started October in underwhelming fashion and the Phillies seem less than themselves since the All-Star break, the Mets possess the most precious thing in sports. And that is a real chance. Two years running, the No.
6 seed in the National League has somehow played its way into the World Series. A couple years ago it was this Phillies team, who had the misfortune to face the Astros, who were tough and clutch, and didn’t need to cheat, it turned out. Then last year it was the Diamondbacks, who ran into a team even hotter than them, a Texas Rangers squad that didn’t lose one game on the road.
They, too, entered as a wild card, but rode the hot bats of Corey Seager and Adolis Garcia to thei.
