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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.

Jason Fry is a Brooklyn writer whose first memories include his mom leaping up and down cheering for Rusty Staub. Check out his other writing here.

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Clifford Sings


(as sung by Cliff Floyd, July 31, 2005)

March down in F-L-A

Skip said music couldn't play

Going mad in Port St. Hole

Till you cranked the stereo

You couldn't come north

Right field it went to

Victor, but he didn't stay

Packed him off to Triple-A

I've been hittin' bombs

But Omar's looking

One and five on this trip

We gotta start cooking, oh Cammy

Remember in Denver stop taking

Gotta put it in play, oh Cammy

On the way to Min' Maid I was shaking

Would they trade you away, oh Cammy

Now I'm standing here at the plate

Glare at Roy and feel the hate

If I charge the hill with bloodlust mounting

Will you be throwing hands

Two hours and counting, oh Cammy

Playing right is a fright I ain't faking

Don't make me change my ways, for Manny

Forgets outs and he pouts while he's jaking

Hope he stays in Fenway, oh Cammy

We're still just five out Nats falling fastest

Come on drive me in

The deadline's past us! Yo Cammy

Hey now pard the wild card's for the taking

Fifty-seven to play, oh Cammy

Well our pitchin' it's bitchin' start raking

Raise that ol' OBA, oh Cammy

Hey now pard the wild card's for the taking

Fifty-seven to play, oh Cammy

Well our pitchin' it's bitchin' start raking

Cause we need YOUUU…

(All apologies to Barry Manilow)

3 comments to Clifford Sings

  • Anonymous

    [I apologize to Barry Manilow for nothing.]
    His name was Omar, he was a GM
    With a team that was five out but hardly ever scored
    They would win two but then they'd lose two
    And while they tried to pick up ground, they could barely hang around
    Behind a crowded East and that Atlanta beast
    They were lame and they had no offense
    What could Omar do?
    He asked for Manny! Manny Ramirez! (Ramirez!)
    The biggest bat in Massachusetts
    He asked for Manny! Manny Ramirez

  • Anonymous

    Oh… my… GOD!!!!!! Greg, I'm dyin' here.

  • Anonymous

    It's our new format. Anything we have to say we say through Barry Manilow song parodies. For the rest of the season. Perhaps for the rest of time. Not just on the blog, in general.