Remember when people were only half-ironically predicting the Mets to challenge the 1962 club’s worst-record-ever record? That happened. Remember that?

It was silly. With the meats of our Memorial Day barbecues in digestion, we know now that the Mets were never nearly that bad a club. They played pitifully over a pitifully small sample, and some of the club’s fans, beat reporters and owners let their imaginations run wild. These things happen.

So what have we got, for real?

Well, we still don’t really know because it’s baseball, and Memorial Day is not in fact some magical date that clears up all small-sample size murkiness and reveals the true postseason contenders.

The Mets appear to be pretty close to the club we — by we I mean me, I should say — expected before the season: They can hit a bit, thanks to a deep lineup capable of sustaining rallies. Their pitching isn’t very good, but it is often good enough to keep the team in games.

Some players are overachieving, of course: Justin Turner probably won’t drive in 3000 runs this year and Dillon Gee probably won’t finish the season undefeated. But David Wright, Josh Thole and Angel Pagan have not played as well as they are capable of playing. Wright, Ike Davis and Angel Pagan have missed big stretches of the season with injuries, but Jose Reyes and Carlos Beltran (knocking wood right now) have remained healthy.

I think I started out with some sort of larger point in mind and now that I’m here I’m not sure I have one. I kept saying I’d take stock of the team come Memorial Day, and now, well, here we are. The Mets are 25-28. They’re not great but they’re not that bad.

But you knew that. Carry on.