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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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There Is No Elsewhere Here

How very strange to endure a Saturday in the middle of a pennant race with no pennant race, at least not the only pennant race that matters. It turns out, however, the baseball season continued elsewhere. Who knew there even was an elsewhere?

Elsewhere…

The Diamondbacks have ceded first place to the Dodgers.

The Rockies are not performing an encore.

The Cubs' monster lead has been downgraded to healthy.

The Brewers have recovered.

The Marlins and Cardinals have ceased to contend.

The Nationals have surged past the Padres.

The old gray Braves, they ain't what they used to be, ain't what they used to be, ain't what they used to be.

The Rays are reeling, but from a position of strength.

The Red Sox roll as the Red Sox do.

The White Sox have persevered while the Twins have been forced to travel.

The Angels are about to clinch.

The Blue Jays are tied for third place in the loss column with whoever.

In an even less relevant development, your USF Bulls are off to a 2-0 start after a not-so-thrilling overtime win against would-be archrival Central Florida. I also hear the Jets have a new quarterback.

Now, after an unsolicited respite, back to our main event.

The winds have stopped howling. The rains have stopped sheeting. Mike Schmidt has stopped e-mailing. The darkest of September Saturdays is over. The brightest of September Sundays is potentially here.

Let's play two!

Let's win the first one!

Let's kill time for an indeterminate period afterwards in order to satisfy television commitments!

Let's then play our best in the other one with the result hopefully speaking for itself!

Sorry for the qualified rallying cry, but I'm congenitally incapable of looking ahead more than nine innings. I will enthusiastically take my chances with Johan Santana in the nightcap, but in the parlance of the Shea Stadium split doubleheader, one game at a time…and in the parlance of the Shea Stadium usher working a split doubleheader, youse gotta go wait elsewhere even if youse got tickets for both games; what, no tip?

Gonna go spend day and night in and around Flushing. When the Mets are keeping the Phillies at arm's length, there is no elsewhere I'd rather be.

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