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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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Glavine and Sullivan
by Greg Prince on 17 October 2006 9:25 pm He is the very model of a modern big-game pitching ace
Ignore info about his age and all those lines upon his face
Thrown inning after inning shutting every darn opponent out
From Spiezio to Yadier while making Albert Pujols pout
Very well acquainted, too, with hurling at this time of year
The only arm we have right now that doesn’t flat inspire fear
Defeating teams both now and then with stunning regularity
Never thought we’d welcome him with such familiarity
Eat ’em up Tommy with the light brown hair.
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HAHAHAHAHA! Brilliant! Aaron Sorkin should hire you as his Gilbert and Sullivan-parody lyricist!
WHY HASN'T THE GAME STARTED YET??? THIS IS LIKE MY FOURTIETH COMMENT IN THE LAST TWELVE HOURS!
That's it, I'm going out to buy beer. Lots of beer.
Is it pouring in NY? It's like armageddon here in Philly.
The HMS Met-a-fore is still afloat, folks.
Be honest. There's faith, and then there's fantasy. How many of you, once El Duque pulled up lame, truly believed they would make it this far? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Enjoy this ride, people, and let's ride on as long as we possibly can.
As of right this minute, it's not looking good. Tommy was given a 2-run lead in the top of the 4th and proceeded to cought it up.
Bleagh.
The orchestra hit a bunch of sour notes, and that was before all those fucking…birds…came in and pecked the string section into bloody gobbets.
an L, a big one, 4-2, after having runners on second and third with one out in the eighth. they have put themselves in an extremely tough hole, but the fox announcers just noted that the last time there was a game six at shea in the post-season, it was THAT game six. you might recall how that series turned out.
so it's a must-win situation tomorrow night. i'll be there. just can't say i'll be enjoying it. i'll be too busy waiting to exhale.
I'm
gonna besick.This can NOT BE HAPPENING. I know, I know, there's still baseball left. But COME ON!!!!!! JEFF FREAKING WEAVER??!?!????!!?!
On the brink. Can't deal. Find. A. Way.