Pete Alonso is right, of course.
He wasn’t being brash the other night, caught up in the giddy rush of a winning streak. He wasn’t speaking merely with the unknowing enthusiasm of youth (although, sure, maybe there was a dash of naïveté in his words; no capital crime in that).
This was after one of the games on the electric seven-game homestand the Mets just completed, a 6-1 blur that was an unmitigated joyride right to the end, when the Mets were three runs down in the ninth inning and the people still refused to evacuate Citi Field until the very end because they had all started to wear their belief like those impossibly gaudy Hawaiian shirts the Mets had given away Saturday night.