When we were in Milwaukee before Labor Day (that’s me, not Jose, in our hotel room), I Reyes-presented as best I could. One cineplex ticket-taker was hip, greeting us with “Jose Reyes the roof!” Maybe I should have replied in solidarity, “Can’t Hardy wait” to prove I was down with the local shortstop, but we just kept walking. The movie we saw there was Superbad, which, oddly enough, the Mets’ September eventually blurred into. But now, on the heels of a monstrous two-game winning streak, Jose and the Mets have reduced their magic number to 7.
Reyes the roof, indeed.