Maybe the Mets are still wiping the Moet from their red eyes, drunk from their first division title since 2006. They earned it and you deserve it.
But now it’s time to close the curtain on the party and don their hard hats for autumn baseball. It’s officially October, a wilderness for these Mets, who so often look like Halloween characters long before the end of the month. Now it’s time to act like they belong.
If they want this enchanted season to be more than a five-minute mating dance with the playoffs, they need to throw their three aces at the Dodgers, two of them preferably pitching in Flushing.