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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.

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Baseball's Bizarre Lexicon

Doesn't it seem like the Mets have been playing one endless game since Monday, with the score Opponents 39 Mets 36, heading to the top of the 47th? They've been in a mostly empty stadium that isn't Shea; the fans are mostly Mets fans; they score early but it doesn't seem to matter; they give up runs, they give back runs, they have runs tacked on to them; they are thrown out, they fall down, they are carried off; we endure total and complete apoplexy…yet because the other team isn't much good either, somehow they sometimes win.

Oh — and sometimes it rains.

As familiar as one game atop another on this numbing road trip has felt, however, sometimes you see something you've never seen before.

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These are the strangest of possible words:

“Martinez to Mota to Schoeneweis.”

Trio of Met arms, two for the birds,

Martinez and Mota and Schoeneweis

A starter whose rehab's complete

Two pen men we urge take a seat

Friday night in Miami they accomplished their feat

“Martinez to Mota to Schoeneweis.”

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And sometimes you see something else you've never seen before.

***

Twenty-three was iconic

Like Junior Griffey's nerve tonic

No Met had ever managed to hit in more

Cleon started the tale

He'd share it with Mike Vail

They established a streak

That others would seek

To break but fail

Until Huuuuu-bee!

Went twenty-four consecutive

Until Huuuuu-bee!

Went to the plate and was selec-u-tive

Hubie Brooks set the hit streak mark

Occasionally would hit 'em from the park

Our man Huuuuu-bee!

He hit in twenty-four…

Along came Piazza

Stronger than a matzoh

There wasn't much this catcher couldn't do

Batting was his forté

Like hearing Hendrix play

While swinging for fences

He upset defenses

Ev-e-ry day

Mike Piaaahhh-zza!

Went twenty-four consecutive

Mike Piaaahhh-zza!

Became the record's co-executive

Mike Piazza tied the hit streak mark

Occasionally would hit 'em from the park

Along with Huuuuu-bee!

He hit in twenty-four…

Now there's a big old asterisk

By the name we all know as David Wright

Dave streaked across two seasons

But for fairly plain reasons

A two-year streak simply doesn't count

It's not the Wright amount

Moises Alou is

Not some Johnny Lewis

Or any random garden-variety Met

He healed his aching quad

Drained base hits from his bod'

At forty-one

He's having fun

Where no Met's trod

Moises Ahhhhh-loo!

Went twenty-five consecutive

Moises Ahhhhh-loo!

Has issued a direc-u-tive:

“Brooks and Piazza…they were fine;

But the Met hit streak mark you see is mine”

Moises Alou

Has hit in twenty-five

(Straight games!

Straight games!

Moises Ahhhhh-loo!

Has hit in twenty-five

Straight games!

Straight games!

Alou's the guy…

Who hardens his hands

Oh gross!

Hit more!

Hit more!)

Sincere regards to the inspirational figures of Franklin P. Adams and Terry Cashman, parodied with affection in this space, I assure them.

4 comments to Baseball's Bizarre Lexicon

  • Anonymous

    I have to wonder whether Robert Frost is resting peacefully this morning.

  • Anonymous

    On a more serious note, your poetry here reminded me of my late mother, a closeted Yankee fan who once changed the words to a church hymn, replacing “hallelujah” with “Matty Alou.” I remember attending mass and singing Matty's praises:
    Matty Alou
    Matty Alou
    Everybody sing Matty Alou
    For the lord has risen
    It is true
    Everybody sing Matty Alou
    Thanks for conjuring up this repressed memory.

  • Anonymous

    Twenty-six (consecutive) thumbs up for your mom, Matty and Moises.
    In one season, no less.