Horror Halloween question: Should we hold our noses and root for the Mets, hoping to shame Prince Hal?

First, let's state the obvious: There's no tangible impact on the Yankees if the Cubs win the 2015 World Series. We are not their nemesis. We haven't done anything to them since the Babe made Charlie Root an immortal. They will be a NL powerhouse for the next five years, but that's St. Louis' problem. We exist on another plane.

The Royals nearly fall into this domain. It's been nearly 30 years since we used little Freddie Patek as a Kewpie doll, and nearly 60 since we handed them Marv Throneberry in exchange for Roger Maris. Their oldsters may still hate us, but I can't see ginning up even a mild dislike for KC, especially with angrier fish to fry in the AL East. In other words, meh.

Toronto looms as trouble. When we see the 2016 Blue Jays, we can see them with or without David Price. The question: If they win in 2015, will they be sated and let Price walk? (They have a lot of big contracts to renegotiate, and Tulo is even more fragile than Brett Gardner.) Or will they be drunk on victory and shell out to keep him? My hope is that a Toronto victory would send their stars marching to Scott Boras or Jay-Z, expecting Robbie money for jogging to first. Frack that, Canada.

But the main question: What if the Mets win? Last time it happened was 1986 - the Buckner moment. If there is a historical component here, be afraid. The Yankees reacted to the Mets championship by having one of the most disastrous winters in their history. We traded Doug Drabek and Brian Fisher for Rick Rhoden. Then we pooched the free agent market - signing Lenn Sakata, the (then-old) Willie Randolph and Rick Cerone. During the regular season, we traded for the horrible Steve Trout. But that was George. This is Hal, aka: "I'm Not Cheap."

If the Mets win, their delirious parade along the Canyon of Heroes will rival - maybe even surpass - the Yankees first championship celebration under Joe Torre. Basically, New York City will explode with Met love. Wright will be Jeter, De Grom's hair will be everywhere, and A-Rod will be a memory of an afterthought. Seriously, will anybody care about Carlos Beltran and Chase Headley? This blog might as well switch to covering the Kardashians. I feel like old and cranky Bernie Sanders: "I'm sick and tired of hearing about your DAMN Yoan Moncada!" But the shitpile will fall hardest on Hal and his siblings. Those Yankee Stadium seats cost too way much to sit empty in front of a crapola team. And the Mets - a less costly night out - will be solid for many years.

So... my conclusion? Hell, it doesn't matter. The key is whatever Toronto's ownership decides. Because it's hard to see the 2016 Yankees overtaking them, if their top dogs - which have oodles of money - develop of taste for winning - or, if denied, get hornier than ever for a ring.

My best guess: Close your eyes, hold your nose, root for Toronto, and imagine Hal's seat getting progressively hotter, so much so that even his courtier press starts making fun of him. It's now been six years since we won anything. It's taken six years to march into this Yankee purgatory - the netherworld of the Wild Card. It might take us another six to march out.