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Faith and Fear in Flushing made its debut on Feb. 16, 2005, the brainchild of two longtime friends and lifelong Met fans.

Greg Prince discovered the Mets when he was 6, during the magical summer of 1969. He is a Long Island-based writer, editor and communications consultant. Contact him here.

Jason Fry is a Brooklyn writer whose first memories include his mom leaping up and down cheering for Rusty Staub. Check out his other writing here.

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View Article  Pharaoh for a Night
So Jack McKeon played the game under protest because the lighting changed when Carlos Delgado walked to the plate against the mighty Tim Hamulack. Awww. I rooted the game under protest when Willie let Braden Looper out of the bullpen. I withdrew my protest a bit later; Jack may as well do the same.

The award for Gallant But Doomed Gesture goes to for Ted Robinson for trying to plead Looper's case before an incensed fan base. Paraphrasing: "I don't like to tell the fans what to do, but that was a groundball to the opposite field that found a hole. OK, he did walk Lo Duca, but that was a groundball. ...And Looper hangs a pitch to Lenny Harris, and the Marlins have tied it. [BOOOOOOO!] And that one's harder to dismiss." Uh-huh, Ted. Tell us which part of the inning we weren't supposed to boo again?

As for Shingo, well, either he's tipping that fastball or hitters have got used to it or it's not enough of a weapon to make the rest of the arsenal work. The experiment isn't yet into Danny Graves territory, which is to say the baseball equivalent of persisting in cold-fusion research -- but the data aren't exactly promising. After watching Shingo's fastball get pounded all over September, perhaps this white boy can get away with pointing out that funk doesn't work without a backbeat.

But all this agita was the appetizer to an unexpected delicacy: The unlikely reappearance of Miguel Cairo. For one night (or at least for two plays on one night) Cairo was everything we'd hoped to have this year. There he was in the ninth, first and third with one out and Juan Encarnacion looking to return to his usual program of stabbing us through the heart, and Cairo played his grounder perfectly, running across the diamond to cut off Jeff Conine's route to the plate, driving him back toward third to be tagged out. No wasted throws, no Delgado replacing Conine at third, just an absolute textbook rundown. And then of course he finished the Marlins by driving in Reyes from second. One night doesn't redeem a terrible season -- that was Cairo's 16th RBI -- but we'll take it.

A less-partisan blog might consider it more accurate to say that the last two nights haven't been Met wins so much as Marlin gag jobs. We've heard of those less-partisan blogs -- you want Fair and Finicky in Flushing down the hall. Round these parts, we're whispering "walkoff, walkoff" again as we fall asleep with another smile on our faces.
View Article  Mets Don't Leave
I spent Tuesday evening with some tremendous New York National League baseball fans. But I wasn't at Shea. Wasn't even watching the Mets. I had to pick up our game in transit and in fragments from the eighth inning on.

This was a night for New York Giants baseball and the quarterly (more or less) meeting of the New York Giants Historical Society, which actually has dissolved of late into the Giants Fan Club. We seem to be a breakaway republic from the original organization. It's not official. Nothing about this is official. It's just a bunch of guys who were New York Giants fans getting together in a Chinese restaurant in Riverdale to talk Giants baseball, the good old days and whatever comes to mind.

I'll admit to feeling like a bit of a camp follower in this group, having missed the entire existence of the New York Giants the first time around. That's why I have to attend these meetings, to get the only taste I'll ever get of what it was like to burrow into Coogan's Bluff, to descend the Brush Staircase, to sneak into the Polo Grounds when the ticket-takers weren't looking. That's something our organizer used to do 65 or so years ago. I'm guessing the statute of limitations has run out on that particular crime.

As I've hinted, indicated and implied along the way, I'm a time-displaced Giants fan. I fell in love with the idea of the New York Giants when I was a kid and everything I've read about the life they led from 1883 through 1957 only makes me root for them in memoriam more. Not the San Francisco Giants. They're just some team that plays the Mets.

Unfortunately, most of my Tuesday night cohorts have stuck with that organization from 3,000 miles away. I can see why, I suppose. They grew up in the '30s and '40s and '50s as Giants fans. Nobody warned them that someday their team would relocate. What were they going to do, become Mets fans?

Yeah, that would be what they should've done, what lots of Giants fans did, but there's something to be said for holding out and holding on, keeping the torch burning (in case Horace Stoneham should show his face at one of our meetings) back east. Guys who maintain a connection to the San Francisco Giants are more likely to want to get together to relive the New York Giants, and that works for me.

Let me not make these fellas sound sad-sackish. They're not. They know the score. They know what's going on. They're in 2005 even if they will forever regret what happened in 1958, the year the New York Giants and their Brooklyn counterparts set up shop elsewhere. As we passed around various articles and souvenirs for mutual inspection, somebody recommended a book that chronicles the Giants' first year on the West Coast.

"I'd like to get that book," somebody else said. "And use it to heat my house."

While I could think of a worse future for the likes of us than gathering around a distant table and rehashing with 70% accuracy what it was like back at the turn of the millennium...

"Remember the time Valentine wore a fake mustache and glasses in the playoffs? And that game where the two outfielders played cards with the bases loaded in center? Wasn't that the game with the single that went for a grand slam? Piazza hit that. He won the series. Because Pratt couldn't play. Or was that the year Tony Perez got thrown out at home by Todd Zeile because he didn't hustle?"

...I hope it never comes to that and only that. I hope our team doesn't disappear out from under us and give us nothing more than a Chinese restaurant in Riverdale three or four times a year. It's bad enough that the tenured members of the Giants Fan Club have to live in such a world. I'm merely a visitor there. I'd hate to be a permanent resident.