The people told you all you needed to know. There were 37,054 of them at Citi Field on a mostly sunny Sunday, less than a week shy of summer, and they were trying their best to honor the calendar. This is still supposed to be a time of hope, of optimism, of looking forward. The baseball summer hasn’t even started yet, not really.
So when Todd Frazier dunked a ball behind first base Sunday afternoon, bottom of the ninth, one out, Mets down a run, the people let out a hopeful roar.
What other choice did they have?