One can almost hear Vin Scully: “Down to their final out of the 1986 World Series, the Mets will have Robinson Cano bat for Mookie Wilson.”
I was unaware that colleague Mike Puma has a profound comedic side, let alone that he worked big rooms, until I read Wednesday’s Post in which he wrote that the injured Cano is close to returning as he resumed “jogging.”
That may have been the final good line from a game in such fundamental decay that it has become satire-proof.
On Monday, Bill Buckner, unlike his unfortunate legacy, died.