If you're a Mets fan who's been around a while, you instinctively think, 'Bobby Bonilla had a game like this in 1992 and it didn't help in the long run.' Jason Bay doing something similar to fleeting ends in 2010 rings a bell as well. You know one player's big game has nothing to do with what any other players ever did, and that Lindor in 2024 comes with a Met track record that should reassure a person, but somehow you come back to a Mets-case scenario like Bonilla or Bay or whatever went wrong whenever it went wrong.
Everything sticks, especially episodes that animate your darker fears. Win a getaway game, 8-2, in San Francisco, you'd think the Four Horsemen of the Metspocalypse - Skepticism, Pessimism, Cynicism, Fatalism - would be detained in their attempt to stow away on the happy flight east. Yet there they were flitting through your consciousness Wednesday evening, a presence at least as striking in the mind's eye as any of Lindor's designer gloves.
Then again, we put Faith ahead of Fear in our name here, so let's say it was a .500 trip to California, which is never an easy accomplishment, especially when the itinerary includes Los Angeles. Two more West Coast trips await, both in August. No Dodgers will be involved, yet breaking even will probably sound pretty good when those roll around.
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