Okay. So, maybe it won’t last. Maybe the Mets were so caught up in proving they are an MLB-caliber club — so hell-bent on making sure these “no-names” ended the weekend as “somebodies” — that they ignored the team’s obvious flaws.
Or, maybe they’re better than we think.
A 1-0 Opening Day win was great, because we all loved to see Johan Santana back in form.
Never mind the fact that he couldn’t break 88, lost nearly all of his control at 85 pitches, and didn’t get an ounce of run support.
The second win was great, because RA Dickey returned from an emotional offseason, full of tell-all books and trips to¬†Kilimanjaro, while the team’s power surge was ON.
Never mind the fact that his lack of control in colder weather makes his pitches dance in spite of themselves, while two of the three Mets homers wouldn’t have left Citi just a year ago.
The series sweep brought about a ton of smiles, because Jon Niese looked amazing through six innings, our new shortstop had more hits than Jose Reyes has had all season, and the team showed that offense might not be a problem after all.
Never mind the fact that Niese collapsed in the seventh, and the team nearly blew a 7-0 lead.
And never mind that the Braves aren’t exactly brimming with confidence coming out of a 2011 collapse and a rough spring.
And never mind that we still have yet to see Pelfrey take the mound.
And never mind that the annual injury bug has yet to make its way to Flushing.
…you know what?
Screw that. For one weekend out of many, the Mets are alone in first place, capping a perfect weekend full of bright spots and glimpses at a much happier futures. It wasn’t without flaws, but on its own merits, it was just that — perfect.
Never mind the blowhards talking about how “it’s early.” Three wins during opening weekend mean just as much as they do in September.
Never mind what everyone else is saying. For months, this team has continued to claim they’re going to surprise people. How they’re relishing the underdog role and looking forward to shocking a few of their more hyped (and paid) division-mates. How they are playing for the postseason, and not just for pride.
Maybe it’s time we start believing them.