Gonezo

Baseball has gone away, its tail-lights receding in the woods and then winking off around the bend. We Mets-persons are left with a Novembermosh of Cespedes foolishly doubled off first base in a Little League goof that ended Game 4, and Murph’s misplay the next night (his second in two games) of a little infield roller—quick, the Chapstick again—and the Royals jumping around alone together in the middle of the diamond and the middle of the night, and, before that, Manager Terry Collins somehow not coming out in the ninth to take the ball away from Matt Harvey after that inning-opening walk. Let’s try for better afterthoughts, some afterafters, such as wow, we won two different playoff series, or, yes, Manager Terry getting a raise and some handshakes yesterday, only with Sandy Alderson fainting at that press conference: oooh—get up, Sandy, whew!