"...somewhere in the sands of the desert..."

"...A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds...

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, 

Slouches towards Flushing, waiting to be born?"

Those desert sands were in Arizona, where the last real Yankees dynasty came to its sad end. And in case anyone hasn't noticed, with all these scintillating Bombers games of late, the Mets seem to have finally got it in gear, reeling off six-straight, thrilling or dominating wins in a row.  

Is the Queens team for real? I dunno. They're still not in a wild-card slot. They play in a tough division, and they don't have much of a bullpen. 

But aside from Aaron Judge, I would gladly take the rest of their team for ours, wouldn't you? They're run by a smarter manager and a smarter general manager, and they have an owner who actually seems interested in winning.

Who knows, maybe the All-Star break will derail them again. But right now, it looks like the Metsies have turned into a freight train just in time to meet our broken down truck of a team, stuck on the track, later this month.

And really, faced with this Yankees team for the rest of the season, what could be more fun than watching a giddy, miraculous Mets run to destiny?

More importantly, what else might finally motivate HAL & Co. to start paying attention?