If this series had a soundtrack, then the first two games played to the nuanced beauty of Bach and Beethoven. And then Game 3 was the hard blast of Black Sabbath.
Or maybe we keep it local, to another thicket of unproven, unshaven artists with wild hair and a booming sound — the Ramones, who spawned their musical magic in Queens obscurity. Like the Ramones, a true garage band before it became chic and the name of trendy Apple software, the Mets have risen from nowhere to come within one game of the NLCS, with their typical riff of sweet-sounding pitching.