What gives more pleasure than an honest-to-God rout? We had everything. They had nothing. Beltran hit his two home runs, Reyes his home run and two-run double, Lo Duca, Alou, and Green all hit a bunch. And John Maine is getting me to dream that he is the second coming of Seaver. Like a true Met great, pitching a one-hitter. No-hitters are vulgar. Mets don’t do them.
10-0. Three games. Three wins. What more could one have asked from the opening series of the season? What more can one ask of baseball than the vicarious sense of omnipotence that a game like this one can give you? What hope! What promise! What a vision of happiness!
Oh sure, it may not last. But it sure looks good, doesn’t it? Some starts of some seasons are so giddy and wonderful that they make it impossible for things to go wrong. Maybe this season will be like that. Maybe it won’t. But they have me dreaming of one of the best seasons ever.
