In baseball, the truly special ones find a way to rise above the noise — the contract chatter, the media swirl, the daily grind of 162 games. On a breezy June night at Citi Field, Juan Soto did more than rise above it. He etched his name alongside the immortals. With two towering home runs to right-center, Soto didn’t just lift the Mets to a much-needed 7-3 victory over the Braves. He lifted himself past a legend, surpassing Hall of Famer Jimmie Foxx for the most multi-homer games by any player before turning 27.

For a player so often dissected — his contract, his slow start, his adjustment to life under the bright lights of Queens — it’s easy to lose sight of the facts. And the facts, plain as day, tell the story of a generational hitter in his prime. Soto’s 27th career multi-homer game not only pushed him past Foxx but placed him atop a hallowed list that includes names like Mel Ott, Eddie Mathews, and Ted Williams. It is the kind of company that turns good players into folklore.

Soto’s fingerprints were all over this one. His first blast ignited a five-run rally in the fourth, electrifying the Citi Field faithful who, despite the team’s recent slide, turned up in droves on a warm summer night. His second — a near carbon copy into the right-center bullpen — carried a different weight. Soto paused, lingered for just a moment longer, savoring the significance. The crowd roared. The Mets’ dugout erupted. History, it seemed, had quietly unfolded between the lines.

And yet, for Soto, the achievement is merely a milestone on the road. His June numbers read like something out of a video game: 10 home runs — tied for the Major League lead — five of them coming in just his last five games. He leads the Mets in nearly every offensive category that matters: homers, runs, walks, on-base percentage, and, for good measure, a sneaky nine stolen bases. For all the skepticism early in the season, the swing is back. The confidence? Never left.

Veteran reliever Ryne Stanek put it plainly: “There’s only a handful of guys capable of doing what he’s doing.” And Stanek would know — nine years in the big leagues, sharing clubhouses with perennial All-Stars and MVPs. Still, Soto, with his uncanny discipline, effortless power, and that familiar swagger, stands apart. The comparisons no longer rest solely with today’s titans like Trout, Judge, or Acuña Jr. — they drift toward the black-and-white pages of history, toward Foxx, Ott, and the great Ted Williams.

​​It’s easy, in the day-to-day churn of a season, to forget you’re watching history unfold. But Juan Soto serves as a reminder — not just to Mets fans but to baseball fans everywhere — that greatness doesn’t always arrive quietly. Sometimes, it comes with a $765 million contract, a slow start, a few raised eyebrows… and then, as the summer heats up, it arrives in a thunderous crack of the bat, two majestic home runs, and a place in the record books forever.