There’s no crying in baseball?
That rule had to be suspended Saturday night at Citi Field. Unless you have a steelier resolve than The Post does.
David Wright didn’t necessarily get the ending he deserved here, for he deserved far better. Yet given the sad realities of his medical situation, this bittersweet farewell proved as sweet as possible.
He departed leaving the Mets fans who filled the ballpark on what ordinarily would have been a drearily meaningless, season-ending weekend, with zero bad images — his spinal stenosis thankfully led to no embarrassments — and several great ones: one last base on balls, prevailing in a six-pitch count against Marlins hurler Trevor Richards in his first-inning at-bat.