The New York Metropolitans are 8-1. I am currently watching SNY where the analysts are saying that if the pitchers don’t go deeper into games, the bullpen will be spent and it will spell doom for the team.

Doom. Ever thus to Mets fans. Even when we’re 8-1, we can’t be happy. I’m suspicious as hell.

There’s a reason we’re not Yankee fans. We expect adversity. Baseball is like life. It’s disappointing and difficult and if something’s going right, it’s only a matter of time before it will go wrong again. But we believe. We hope. It’s those brief periods when our hope and our team’s performance are in alignment that are sublime.

But when your New York Metropolitans start off the season 8-1 you think, “Okay, how are they going to screw this up?” When you find a briefcase full of money, you can’t help but think of the mafia hitman who’s going to come looking for it. Or if a model is trying to pick you up in a bar, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll wake up in an ice bath with your kidneys missing.

When things look too good to be true, they usually are.

Last year, our players were dropping like witnesses for the prosecution in a Whitey Bulger case. In the last game of the year, I think they only people left standing were Jacob deGrom and Terry Collins. Everyone else from the first day of the year was gone. I’m exaggerating but, frankly, not that much.

Look. It’s April. This is nice but even if this season turns out to be amazing, there will still be losses. There will still be injuries to key players. That’s sports.

But 8-1. Two grand slams in April. Sweeping the Nationals in DC. Mickey Calloway looks like he might know how to manage pitchers.

It’s rare to say that our bullpen looks great but they do. And maybe they’ll tire out before the all star break as Marc Malusis said just now on SNY. Though, it’s his job to say daily that the sports sky is falling.

There are one hundred and fifty-three games left but I have to say this looks… promising.