It isn’t just God who lives in the details. Winning baseball teams live there, too. The Mets had themselves a blast — literally and figuratively — those first two games at Atlanta’s Truist Park, stomping the Braves, pulverizing their pitching, lighting up the scoreboard. Ball is fun when that happens.

Ball, dare we say, almost looks easy when that happens.

It’s the things you do during 50-50 games like this one, these are generally what separates teams into serious contenders and trivial pretenders. And this is where the Mets are still terribly lacking as we reach the 130-game marker of the season.

Even Carlos Mendoza — who may not be quite as milquetoast as his old boss, Aaron Boone, but does lean mostly toward milky toast in his postgame observations — seems to have finally had enough.