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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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Pencils Down (Gloves in the Air)

We have our five winners in the Baseball’s Greatest Games: The 1986 World Series Game 6 DVD contest. We’ll reveal the identities of the recipients of this wonderful disc, furnished by A&E Home Entertainment in association with MLB Productions, as well as the answers to our quiz in short order. For now, congratulations to five Mets fans who can throw their proverbial gloves in the air Orosco-style on this most happy date.

And if you didn’t win a DVD via FAFIF, you’ll still attain a great deal of satisfaction if you order a copy from A&E.

3 comments to Pencils Down (Gloves in the Air)

  • Andre

    18 questions answered! Questions answered! The 5 have won the dvds! Ahey are jamming andcrowding around A&E! The dream has come true!

  • Dan

    I saw this post title and immediately flashed back to a moment in my youth, going through an old closet in our basement. My father, the one who always told me to throw out all my old newspaper clippings and magazines I was saving, had a stash of 1986 newspapers he had once collected to document that Amazing run. And mixed in with the newspapers was a program from the 1986 World Series. I had long known that my father was at Game 7, but cool, he bought a program too. And look, he kept score! Of course he did, he always kept score. He taught me to keep score. I thumb through it, and can’t help but look straight to BOSTON 9TH: Romero 3F, Boggs 4-3, and…. nothing. In my father’s scorecard, Marty Barrett did nothing. And I instantly knew what it meant. What fan, amidst the ecstasy and euphoria of winning a World Series would make sure he remembered to scribble “K” in his scorecard? I love that empty box; I don’t need – no Met fan needs – a scribbled “K” to know what Barrett did. But it being left blank tells me how my father cheered. Glove in the air, pencil down.

    • I have a friend who always scores games. We attended the Bobby Jones one-hitter to clinch the 2000 NLDS together. I was impressed that he took the three seconds after the last out to pencil it in before going appropriately nuts.

      I’m also impressed by what your father did.