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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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We All Went Down Together

I can't decide whether having had a wonderful time in spite of the Mets losing a tough ballgame is a sign of a healthy outlook on life or proof that I've got my priorities all screwed up.

Well, I did have a wonderful time at METSTOCK: 3 Hours of Pizza and Baseball and I'm pretty sure that save for one severely unpleasant detail toward the end on TV, everybody else there did, too. A few things did not go as arranged — one author, one camera crew and one rousing victory cry apiece did not materialize — but mostly it was what I had hoped it would be. It was an evening to revel in our fandom in a setting that couldn't have been more perfect. My thanks to Skyhorse Publishing editor deluxe Mark Weinstein for pulling this off and for filling in ably for Stanley Cohen by reading a lovely passage from A Magic Summer. My thanks to blolleague and old friend Jon Springer for putting those Amazin' numerals together so intriguingly over the past decade at MBTN.net and presenting a literal fistful of them as he read from Mets By The Numbers. My thanks to our hosts at Two Boots Tavern, worth a visit at 384 Grand Street on the Lower East Side even if nobody's reading aloud to you. You'll come for the pizza, you'll stay to both finish your pizza and carefully eyeball every bit of baseball memorabilia that's everywhere you turn.

My ultimate thanks go to all who attended, listened to my spiel and said hi. It was an incredible mix of people I know very well, people I know pretty well, people I know a little and people I'd never met. It says something good to me that all those people would come out at the end of a long and soggy day to celebrate their love of the Mets, listen to a couple of writers talk and root, root, root for the road team. We didn't win, and that's a shame, but as is proven time and again where our affection for the Mets is concerned, you can have the great pizza; you can have the cold beer; you can have the three diagonally positioned 1967 Bill Hepler baseball cards on the wall; you can have tales of Jeff McKnight's revolving identities, of impromptu October ticker tape blanketing a city and of a 14-year-old unknowingly snubbing Lee Mazzilli in a Catskills resort elevator; you can have a room full of true believers who all attempt to lift each other up until they all go down together on a bases-loaded walk and a bases-loaded single in the bottom of the ninth…but you can't have everything.

We couldn't have the win. In promoting this event, it was haughtily suggested the Mets would stick it to the Orioles as they did in 1969, yet on Thursday night, Huff beat haught. Of course that was unplanned and unfortunate, but that ninth inning — you had to be there. Dozens of Mets fans intermingled all doing what they probably would have been doing in the privacy of their living rooms if we weren't promoting togetherness and three Skyhorse books. With our forces combined, it was a sight to see. Such energy. Such focus. Such a shared sense of purpose.

Such a shame it had to turn from “YEAH!” to “NO!” but that's baseball for ya. Great part is we'll all be back somewhere Friday. Maybe in a place like Two Boots (though there is no place quite like Two Boots), maybe at Citi Field, maybe in our living rooms. We'll all remember how disappointing it was to watch Frankie Rodriguez legitimately blow his first save of the year but we'll conveniently forget that that's the price we pay for our inextricable involvement in this lifelong affair we call being a Mets fan. Come 7:10 Friday we'll see a Mets team that has a chance to win a game. That's what we see when we look at the Mets. That's what we see when we look at ourselves.

It doesn't look so bad on us, y'know?

The spirit of METSTOCK lives on in Faith and Fear in Flushing: An Intense Personal History of the New York Mets, available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble or a bookstore near you. Keep in touch and join the discussion on Facebook.

8 comments to We All Went Down Together

  • Anonymous

    After 4 losses last week that ranged from awful to brutal, and last night's, last inning meltdown, the relatively easy loss on Wednesday felt like a back rub by comparison, or a nice hot bath. Can't we lose like that more often?

  • Anonymous

    For me, schadenfreude made last night's loss a no-so-bitter pill: The fucking Phillies got swept by the Blue Jays and the Nazis lost 2-of-3 to the erstwhile Expos — which I never thought physically possible.

  • Anonymous

    I felt exactly the same way. But even with that, these games are becoming something of an effort to watch. I know come December I'd kill for a 1-2-3 inning against a nondescript interleague opponent, but in the middle of the past two games I found myself saying “God, I'm bored”, and looking for something to do with the game on in the background. Turns out this is the perfect time for me to go on a long vacation with no TV or access to media – a homestand we're likely to go 3-7 on.

  • Anonymous

    David Lennon referred to last night's loss as a soul crusher. But how can you crush a soul that's already been crushed? Even allowing for a soul's ability to regain its structural integrity, shouldn't there be, at minimum, at least a two a period of recuperation? A 15-day DL for the soul? That's why I argue that last night's loss was not a soul crusher. Instead, it was like having sand kicked in the face of the Mets already crushed, prone soul.

  • Anonymous

    Ugh. Meant to type “two week period.” Some editor I am.

  • Anonymous

    And how about old friend Marco Scutaro embarassing the Phils? Did he just watch Little Big League or something? Something tells me that the Mets will fall victim to that play before the year is over (because we would), and then it will be another 3 days of “THIS TEAM LACKS FUNDAMENTALS!” Can't wait.
    Had a great time last night. And I agree with you Greg: despite the loss, it did feel nice to be amongst brethren. And who knew there was a Two Boots Pizza in Grand Central?! I can pick it up on my way home!

  • Anonymous

    Agreed, Blue.
    Last Friday night was a soul crusher. Last night was just another loss.

  • Anonymous

    Great meeting you (Greg) and Jason last night at Two Boots. Aubrey Huff's Mets' tryout went pretty well, but don't see him filling the best #17's (Keith, of course) shoes (and Tatis is unlikely to sell to give him that chance – unless FT wants a new outdoor kitchen?). Also, I loved the “Mo Hit One For Casey” classic post that Greg directed me too – I will look for it in volume II of Faith & Fear, along with all the other great, but edited, stories. Keep up the great work guys!