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Jason Fry and Greg Prince
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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Mets By The Letters

Season preview, in something approaching verse…

A is for Apple
Enormous in size
It’s sat idle too long
This year let it rise

B is for Bay
The water off Flushing
Plus our left fielder
Who’s due to get crushing

C is for Citi
They paid for the rights
Twenty million per season
For their name up in lights

D is for Daniel
Who’ll try second base
Which looms like a lion’s den
If he can’t adjust to the space

E is for Endless
This selling of shares
Till there’s new owners
We offer mostly blank stares

F is for Frank
Francisco last name
If he leaves with a smile
’Twas a helluva game

G is for Gary
The Kid who wore Eight
His patch is five-sided
Of course like home plate

H is for Hall
Franco soon swells its ranks
His induction’s in May
A chance to tell Johnny thanks

I is for Inkling
Mine’s the Mets won’t be dismal
Or is that just wishful thinking
That they won’t be abysmal?

J is for Jenrry
Anybody remember Mejia?
Keep rehabbing that shoulder
We still wanna see ya

K is for Kiner
An Original choice
Fifty years with his mic on
Our true Golden voice

L is for Losses
They aren’t much fun
Let’s establish a limit
Of below eighty-one

M is for Mets
What else could it be?
No matter the sorrow
We hold out for glee

N is for Nieuwenheis
May be a burgeoning hitter
But to spell him full out
Is a nightmare on Twitter

O is for Orange
Which meshes with blue
When it comes to Met colors
All they needed was two

P is for Pelfrey
He’s honing his sinker
A much better pitcher
When not acting the thinker

Q is for Queens
Where the Mets play their ball
Should you find your mind wandering
Their park’s like a mall

R is for Robert
The first half of R.A.
His knuckler’s delightful
As is what he’ll say

S is for Schwinden
And Stinson and Satin
May they someday draw gawks
On the streets of Manhattan

T is for Torres
Might he be any good?
It’s only now March
So we’ll say that he could

U is for Underdog
As implied on those shirts
Jeff claims that we’re Avis
We say aim for Hertz

V is for Vast
The old outfield dimensions
‘A park built for triples’
Proved a tad too pretentious

W is for Wright
Though the initial letter is silent
If trade rumors bear fruit
Expect reaction that’s violent

X is for Xylophone
Admittedly a reach
But I could use one to drown out
The sound of Ex-Mets on South Beach

Y is for Youth
Of whom Casey was a recruiter
If he were with us today
He’d be touting Lucas Dooder

Z is for Zest
May the Mets always play hard
It has a chance to pay off
If they add a tenth Wild Card

Thanks to @JedSmed and the two p.m. distraction of #MetsHashTags for today’s inspiration.

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