But here they were in the ninth inning facing yet another bullpen meltdown, with three runs in, two out, the bases loaded and Reed, the makeshift closer, struggling to get one more strike past Espinosa.
“Before the game, I told someone I felt like I was 50 again,” Collins said afterward. “But after that, I’m back to being 67.”
Reyes, who sported the plastic-jewel-encrusted crown and blue-and-orange boxing robe that is worn by the hero of a Mets victory, exuded relief more than exultation after another nerve-racking victory had finally been tucked away.
“Hey, a win is a win,” he said. “No matter how ugly it looks out there.”
It was long and slow and a little boring in spots — the game took 3 hours 37 minutes to play — but not really ugly until that ninth inning, which began with the ball in Neil Ramirez’s hand and ended with…