Jose, Jose Jose Jose… Jose.. Jose. Jose, Jose Jose Jose… Jose .. Jose.

On second, third and fourth thought, leadoffman Reyes may just be the MVP. The Mets are always scoring in the first inning — for the most part thanks to his always getting on base — and he’s put together a year worthy of his instructor, Mr. Rickey Henderson himself.

Jose scored a pair, drove in three on an inside-the-parker — his 18th round-tripper of the season — and David Wright and Shawn Green stayed hot to support an absolutely solid Tom Glavine as the Mets shamed the NL West-leading Dodgers, 7-0, on Thursday. Ideally, it’s a playoff preview.

As of this writing the Phillies are leading the Marlins, but regardless of the outcome (since that pair are tied), the Mets’ magic number falls to just …

7.

JOSE, JOSE JOSE JOSE.  And it’s not just the Mets’ current sparkplug who makes this number magic in Mets lore — Todd Pratt (who offered this moment to Mets history, perhaps the greatest I’ve been able to attend in person),  Hubie Brooks (a childhood fave), lunatic Kevin Mitchell and the Mets’ Methuselah, Ed Kranepool, have all donned No. 7.