Again we are reminded of the difference between the perennial juggernaut Yankees and their hopelessly outclassed crosstown neighbors. The Yankees strut confidently without the need to introduce themselves one by one to their opponents. All that matters is the interlocking NY on the front at home, the big, bold block letters spelling out NEW YORK on the road. The game is half-over and those hapless bands of pastel-tinged Royals and Rays are already beaten before they know who and what has hit them. The Mets? Lower-case letters for a lower-caste kind of baseball team, one too hung up on punctuation to pack any meaningful punch. It's bad enough the Mets have never had a Jeter. It's worse still they'd have to spell it out if they did. The next commissioner should do everybody a favor and airlift David Wright one borough north to fill in for Alex Rodriguez. He deserves a better fate than that Mets uniform. His current teammates, sad to say, do not. Score this one another TKO for the Bronx Bombers. It's enough to make The Great Mariano emerge from his richly deserved retirement and throw a few more perfectly formed cutters.