SEEING EYE-TO-EYE WITH BUCK, METS WANT TO WIN AND YANKEES NEED TO WIN WORLD SERIES & HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, POPS ...

Buck Showalter might have made the shortest mound visit in all of recorded history the other night before Edwin Diaz (at right) got the last out of the last game of the Brewers series. I asked him after the game what he said. “It was eye-talking,” he said. Eye-talking?

“You got this? ‘I got this.’ ”

Buck was back in the dugout in a blink.

Not long after that, the Mets had won another onerun game and another series.

Everybody realizes it wasn’t some kind of insult to suggest a few weeks ago that we needed to see what the Yankees were going to do once they moved out of the JV part of their schedule, right?

Somehow, though, that notion seemed to offend people in Yankee Universe.

So now we see how they’ve come out gangbusters against the Rays and Jays.

It is the real beginning of the 100-game season between now and the finish, and the Yankees have started it in high style, as they continue one of the remarkable first three months in their history.

But it’s always interesting the way the Yankees are still covered like the company in a company town, and when they look great again, as they sure do this season, it’s as if order has been restored to the baseball universe.

But what kind of order are we talking about with a franchise that has played in one World Series in the past 20 years, and hasn’t won once since 2009?

You know the deal:

The Mets want to win the World Series, and badly. The Yankees need to win the World Series. l And here’s one more interesting question about the records of our two big-city baseball teams:

What would the Yankees’ record be if they’d gotten a total of eight starts from Gerrit Cole and Nestor Cortes the way the Mets have gotten just eight starts, total, from

Jacob deGrom and Max Scherzer?

l My pal Barry Stanton recalls the days when George Steinbrenner thought mustaches prevented performance.

l Once he got healthy, it was another master class from Mike Breen on the NBA Finals.

l You’re going to love “Outside,” on sale soon from my Icelandic friend Ragnar Jonasson, one of the best crime writers on the planet.

l The new LIV golf tour is about as meaningful a sports competition as Holiday on Ice used to be.

And while we’re on the subject: I’m surprised the Saudis didn’t try to buy Phil Mickelson’s way into the weekend at the U.S. Open.

l Finally today: Happy Father’s Day to my father, Bene Lupica.

I don’t get to celebrate it with him until I get to the house on Tuesday.

But celebrate we will, as he begins to move up on his 99th birthday, as he continues to live his wonderful American life with my mom.

Our phone conversations begin the same way, every single day:

“How you doing, Pops?”

“Great!”

And in that moment, it’s the world that’s great.