It's a good time to be Mets fan. Yeah, I just jinxed it. Obviously, it's all going to come crashing down in calamitous, gut-wrenching fashion. I know this in my bones. But for now the Metropolitans are 9-1, enjoying the best start to a season in franchise history, and rocking the best celebration in the Majors. Ladies and gentlemen, behold the MIGHTY PEPPER GRINDER!
Now, if you're the kind of person who prefers the Yankees' egomaniacal dugout "interviews" or the sociopathic silent treatment the Angels gave Shohei Ohtani following his first major league homer, this one isn't for you in much the same way Rembrandt isn't for people who see Transformers movies. It's subtle. It's tasteful. A little twist goes a long way, and, if you'll excuse the obvious analogy, it really brings out the flavor of the 2018 Mets—a team ridiculed for it's AARP-approved offseason acquisitions and inability to watch Netflix without needing Tommy John, but a team dammit.
These guys aren't doing it for the cameras. They aren't doing it for the long ball or the SportsCenter ads. They're doing it for the dugout. They're just out there playing ball, adding a little bit of sizzle to the steak while they're at it.
So go ahead, take your human pyramids and Rihanna dance-offs. They're all yours. Now garçon, if you'd be so kind, one one more sprinkle of that good stuff, si vous plait.