The New York Mets are a magic act. Catch their gig and you can’t help but remark, “How did they just do that?” And like great prestidigitators, they are masters of diversion.
Look over here, they beseech, with the hilarious nonsense of Grimace, purple spikes, “OMG,” over the top eyeblack, playoff pumpkins and whatever silly totems of luck to which they bow.
