POLAR BEAR POWERING METS, J.J. OWES COUSY AN APOLOGY & FINALLY A HAPPY STORY AT FENWAY ...

Who knew Elon Musk, Mr. Tweeter Dumb, was this much of a whiner?

Before the first quarter of Game 7 was over in Phoenix, Luka looked as if he were playing five guys at the Y.

Well, it turns out that the Polar Bear was no flash in the pan, am I right?

Even with all those 9th inning comebacks for the Mets this season, the biggest win of the season so far was the last game of the Cardinals series.

It was in the shadow of Scherzer’s oblique injury and the Mets badly needed a win, maybe for their collective psyche more than anything else.

Then Mr. Alonso walked it off. What J.J. Redick ought to do is apologize for insulting 93-year-old Bob Cousy by saying that Cousy, one of the most creative players in NBA history and one of the gentlemen of sports history, was guarded by firemen and plumbers in his day.

I like Redick’s work on ESPN a lot.

But what he knows about the NBA of the ’50s and ’60s could fit inside a shot glass.

Seems as if Nick Saban and Jimbo Fisher have a nice, healthy dialogue going.

From the first night he played Rafael Barba on “Law and Order: SVU” all the way through Thursday night’s season finale, Raul Esparza has given one of the consistently fine performances in recent network TV history.

Sidney Crosby is right: If a guy can’t play without a helmet, blow the damn whistle if it comes off.

Alan Shipnuck’s book on Phil Mickelson is a really fun read, if not about a particularly fun subject these days.

The All-England Club’s decision to ban Russian and

Belarusian players from Wimbledon is one that should be reversed.

And won’t be.

Why?

Because they’re Wimbledon, dammit, that’s why.

Bill de Blasio says he’s running for Congress and my first reaction, nothing I could do to stop it, was this:

Who asked him?

After those three homers the other night, Trevor Story is liking old Fenway a lot better.

And old Fenway is liking him a lot better.

By the way, you know what the two most beautiful words in the English language are for the Red Sox these days?

Wild card.

Or should that be one word, I’m never entirely sure?

My pal Barry Stanton says that you gotta love Aaron Judge citing his irritation with load management for another big day at the plate.

We are about to find out over the next two weeks if Carlos Alcaraz, the most exciting kid to come into men’s tennis since Fed and Rafa and Djoker were kids, is ready to win his first major at Roland Garros.

Who’s doing Greg Norman’s PR lately, Judge Alito?