I am chagrined to admit that I never realized that Mrs. Met, mascot of the Mets and consenting paramour to Mr. Met, is blessed with a hindquarters of prepossessing contours and dimensions. Only upon reading this tweet from @Lana was I belatedly educated in these matters.

So, flush with this new and titillating knowledge, I present a photographic appreciation of Mrs. Met's most appreciable rumble seat. Come with me, won't you?


(Image: @Lana)

(Image: Queens Courier)

(Image: The Outside Corner)

(Image: Sports Grid)

And finally ... 

(Image: Metstradamus)

What happens when a relentless adherence to "glute day" meets a Montgomery Ward form-fit girdle? Mrs. Met happens, that's what.