No offense, Ramon, but I’m tired of watching you get or give that high five [1]. Representing the magic number is not intended as a lifetime sinecure, but since you were assigned the task of marking one moment in time, you’ve held onto it for five days.
Enough. Meet your predecessor in 11, Lenny Randle, shown here clutching a sharpie after autographing something for a kid. If our 1977-78 third base stalwart doesn’t blow this clinching countdown toward 10, we’re gonna keep looking for new 11s until we’re forced to resort to Vince Coleman.
You don’t want us to have to do that, do you, Mets?