Around the kitchen table in my childhood home, the default question was "What did the Mets do?" We are a Mets family. Before I was born we were Dodgers family, always National League, but the Dodgers left shortly after I was born and the Mets came along when I was seven, and that was it for us. It was the one thing we all agreed on -- the Mets. Much later when my Mom and I would fight about something, a pretty regular thing -- I invented what I called Shea Stadium Rules, which meant that we a disagreement would be tabled when we remember that underneath everything we true Mets fans, and ultimately Mets fans can find something to agree on, that rain or shine and there was plenty of rain, we always stood with our team. A deeper truth of the Mets was we didn't really mind when they lost. Because underneath it all at a whole other level, the Mets have a philosophy that is strong, 365 days a year, 24 hours a day, and every minute of every hour. We are the Mets and that's all you need to know.

Anyway, last night it wasn't lookin good. It was a winner-take-all game with the hated (for now) Milwaukee Brewers. We hated them because it looked like they were going to end the Mets season in the first round of the playoffs. I was getting ready to take off my Mets cap for the year, and put on my Knicks cap, when Lindor walked, then Nimmo singled, and then with runners on first and third and one out, Pete Alonso came to bat. He's been cold all year. I couldn't watch but forced myself to. And then it happened.

We who have been joined at the heart to this team and have been through it all, have come to expect failure, but sometimes winning happens, as it did last night. A big swing. The bat connects. Oh please let it land anywhere but the glove of a Brewer, and then all of a sudden Alonso is jogging around the bases, and delirium takes over, in the living room of my mountain home and everywhere Mets fans were at that fateful hour. Here we go! It looks good.

We figured at that point they might as well just retire the side, but the Metsies, who Casey Stengel, the first manager of the team asked "Can't anyone play this stinkin game!" (as he reviewed the Mets dugout bench) -- brought home another run, which it turns out we didn't need.

The Brewers were overwhelmed. They tried to score in the bottom of the ninth but the Mets philosophy was too strong. The game was over when Pete swung the bat.

It's like every young person's fantasy -- the count is 3 and 2 ,the team's back is to the wall, up comes the slugger and he hits it out of the park and the team emerges victorious and the young person's fantasy saves the day. We've all been there, many times. Last night we got to live it, again, this time for real.

And now we go to Philadelphia to give them a proper dose of New York love.

Meet the Mets meet the Mets, step right up and greet the Mets, etc etc.

Game 1 of the NLDS begins tomorrow at 4PM. Good times will be had by all (except Philadelphia fans of course).