A Subway Series Is Only Eight Wins Away

New York is a baseball town. The NFL has been subsumed. Stroll around the five boroughs and witness the blue-and-orange, once donned sheepishly or with dour fatalism, become Hope personified. Consider Grimace, OMG, Hawk Tuah, Polar Bear’s playoff pumpkin, and Mr. Smile, with each parabolic shot into the night making plain his case for Cooperstown. These Mets are four games away from the World Series and it can feel like, on yet another playoff weekend...