There are so many things to marvel at when it comes to the Mets, and when it comes to the men who own and operate the Mets. The product, at present, speaks for itself, despite a 2-0 win over the Yankees on Sunday night that halted their latest losing streak at eight.

It has been an endless string of banana-peel days and clown-shoe nights, much of it courtesy of a general manager whose shelf life has come dangerously close to expiration. But as easy a target Sandy Alderson has become — and make no mistake, if he can’t be blamed for the team’s injuries, he is very much on the hook for the razor-thin roster of replacements that have caused this teetering wreck of a season — it is always important to remember: he just works here.

He is a part of the culture.

But the culture starts at the top.

And the tone-deaf Greek chorus that filters from those executive suites has been in especially remarkable voice these past few days, as it has become apparent the Mets are consumed with giving Jose Reyes a “fitting” send-off.

Now, remember: these are the same folks who refuse to retire the numbers of any of the 1986 Mets. There is no more seminal figure of that era than Keith Hernandez, still as much a face of the team as anyone, but there’s never been any steam toward retiring No. 17 — despite (or, perhaps, because) it would make a lot of fans awfully happy.

The men at the top weren’t responsible for trading Tom Seaver — much as you’d like to try, you can’t pin every bad thing that’s ever befallen the Mets on them; there was once a man named M. Donald Grant who made the Wilpons look like Branch Rickey and John McGraw — but Fred Wilpon very much was one of the men who allowed the Mets to lose Seaver a second time, in 1984.

Sentimentality has never exactly been in abundance around the Mets — which, truthfully, is not a terrible way to run a business. If it were, you would think they’d use it to combat, say, the fact Seaver still feels slighted about the way he’s memorialized at Citi Field. They won’t build a statue for The Franchise.

But they’ll go to ridiculous lengths to protect Reyes’ feelings?

What it tells you is that — among many other things — the men who run the Mets have zero feel for the sentiments of their most ardent fans. If they truly believe Jose Reyes is a beloved Met, their calendars are permanently frozen in 2007. Look around. Listen. Few Mets right now draw the consistent ire Reyes does, booed lustily on those rare occasions he actually escapes the dugout.

A couple of things to remember about Beloved Jose Reyes:

1. He was allowed to leave via free agency in 2011. How essential can he really be to franchise lore if the men who own the Mets now — and did so then — couldn’t have been bothered to even make a token offer to keep him, coming off a year when he won the only batting title in team history?

2. Speaking of that 2011 season, there were a lot of Mets fans turned off by his final act as a Met — bunting for a base hit leading off Game 162, then leaving the game for a pinch runner with his average frozen at .337 and his batting crown secure, not exactly Ted Williams-playing-the-final-doubleheader-in-1941-type stuff.

3. Those that could forgive that have had a hard time forgetting the .139/.205/.194 slash line he brought into Sunday’s game, numbers that improved slightly thanks to a fifth-inning base hit — but were totally overwhelmed by the two-errors-on-one play gaffe in the eighth that threatened to bring everything tumbling down.

4. Those able to pardon both those things have a hard time — rightly so — forgetting the only reason Reyes was available for his encore as a Met is because he was a pariah in the sport following a domestic-abuse suspension handed out by MLB in 2016, the details of which remain chilling.

THIS is the icon for which Mets brass want to give a proper send-off?

Here’s what’s offensive: if the Mets are done with Reyes, then be done with him. Release him, as they wisely released Adrian Gonzalez late Sunday night. Offer him a coaching job. Schedule a nice pregame ceremony for him sometime in August. If you are going to use him so sporadically anyway, then cut bait and be done with it.

But to carefully plan for Reyes to say goodbye to America like he’s Willie Mays? Please. For better or worse, it would antagonize far more Mets fans if they send Michael Conforto to Las Vegas. The men who run the Mets would understand that if they had the slightest feel for their constituency. Big surprise: they do not.