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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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Vast Left Wing Conspiracy

Fox News Channel says it's fair and balanced. I reported that. You decide. I'm all for leaving politics out of baseball even if the Mets invited Fox News into their recently established No-Win Zone to sponsor Rollabana Night (a Rollabana is one of those marvelously corporate names for a thing you had no idea was called something), host the picnic area and blare DiamondVision messages wherein Bill O'Reilly (noticeably booed), Sean Hannity and the rest of their, uh, on-air talent sucked up to Mets fans during three consecutive between-innings ads.

Yet for all the rightward tilt of Fox News, it was the lefties who carried the night at Shea. Lefty Tom Glavine pitched the modern equivalent of a complete game, starting the ninth inning before being pulled with a 296th win in his pocket. Lefty Shawn Green hit like it was April. Left fielder Carlos Gomez registered a critical assist at third base — the left side of the infield. And a squad of relative strangers from the Left Coast were liberally beaten by a Mets team that balanced pitching, hitting, and fielding very, very fairly.

I think it's fair we win a few of these.

All hail the southpaw Glavine who was on base almost as much as the A's. Fuck it, I'll win this myself was his philosophy, supported by 6 hits he mostly scattered and two more he absolutely drove. Tom going deep from the mound and not too shallow from the plate en route to capturing the 9-1 victory may (or may not) be the decisive turning point — or Factor — of the midseason. Shawn delivered what the scoreboard referred to as a Green Monster (though because that message was sponsored by AIG Insurance, it was presented in white letters on a blue background). Like his temporary namesake in Boston, his homer went to left (while his double crossed over to right). Carlos Beltran, who couldn't hit from either side of the plate until just now, visited Fox & Friends in the bleachers with a nonpartisan agenda of power.

For all the uncomfortable “what's wrong?” questions we've been asking each other for weeks on end, it's nice to be left with one simple query: Wouldn't have the Fox News people been happier sitting in right?

4 comments to Vast Left Wing Conspiracy

  • Anonymous

    It's a good bet that the snarkiness would be missing from your post if any of the Leftists from CNN/NBC/ABC/CBS, etc. had been sponsoring the event.
    By the way, Brian Kilmeade of Fox & Friends is a big Mets fan. I've seen him at Shea with his kids.

  • Anonymous

    Probably a different kind of snark, but I'd be snarky about it. Same would go for the Food Network, the Discovery Channel or any other intrusive, non-sports media presence that blasted away on DiamondVision.
    Then again, being the Mets, I'm surprised they didn't have YES sponsor the whole shebang.

  • Anonymous

    Hey, I was going to go to the ballgame Saturday night with you and Metphistopheles, Greg, but I didn't make it to New York. Did I miss anything?

  • Anonymous

    Looking forward to your post on the incredible Saturday night walk-off shutout win. Meanwhile, I'll say what all of us in section 10 of the Loge was screaming tonight, both right after the ejection and right after Wright's single won the game:
    PAW-lo DOO-ka! (clap clap clap-clap-clap)
    PAW-lo DOO-ka! (clap clap clap-clap-clap)
    Walkoff wins mean an even huger choke of people than usual all trying to cross Roosevelt Avenue at the same time to get to the train. A mess of us were about to cross when a cop held us back to clear the way for an ambulance headed away from the stadium, lights on but no siren. We figure the home-plate umpire was cowering in the back to escape from the stadium, where his wildly inconsistent strike calls were being booed lustily long before he ran Lo Duca.
    Gotta love Paul, he leaves it all on the field — his helmet, his shin guard, his batting glove, his self-control …