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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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Fun and Won (No 'Despite')

I went to the game Saturday, had a great time and the Mets won. Oh, how I’ve been waiting what seems like ages to say that.

No “despite” need be spoken. Nobody has to say, “Despite the way the game turned out, I had a really great time.” That’s the sort of thing I’ve been saying almost every instant I’ve left Citi Field over the past too many weeks. Lotsa laughs, swell food, pleasant weather, the whole bit.

But not the whole bit, because the Mets were biting it whole. The Mets were pitching but not hitting. Or, going back a thousand years, not pitching but maybe hitting. Yippee, there’s a new steak sandwich. Hooray, I took home a batting practice ball. Good for me, I got invited to sit in some beautifully primo seats. And, oh, what marvelous conversation!

The Mets lost. The food shouldn’t have tasted good. The balls should’ve been thrown back. The seats should’ve been flipped up in disgust. And the only thing we should’ve been saying to each other is, “This frigging team.”

I guess we did say that, but what we really should’ve been saying was stuff like:

“Way to go not wasting R.A.’s seven innings!”

“Fantastic that Turner finally homered!”

• “Some kinda catch, Scotty!”

“Jason Bay’s not always completely useless.”

Here’s what we didn’t have to say on Saturday: Nothing about how much the bullpen blew because the bullpen was solid and stable for six outs; nothing about how we got beat by a bunch of bananaheads like the AAAstros because we have thus far split two games with those bananaheads; no assigning all our Player of the Game points to a miniature version of Mike Piazza because he’s the only one in a Mets uniform whose bobble was intentional; and no wondering if BTO could remember the words to “Takin’ Care Of Business”. Surprise, surprise, though the Mets win only once a week, Randy and Fred are still capable of getting up every morning from their ’larm clock’s warning to help us celebrate what is hardly routine enough to be considered businesslike (but tradition is tradition).

The Mets won! The best part of a very good day at the ballpark was the Mets winning! I went with one of my good friends; I ran into some other good friends; I had a nice if typically overpriced World’s Fare Market gyro for lunch; an uncrowded elevator magically opened on Field Level and whisked my party to Promenade; the vista from 517 was brilliantly expansive; the clouds didn’t threaten; I didn’t absorb a sunburn; no stranger in my vicinity bugged the spit out of me; the LIRR conductor asked me if I was going to “Shea”; and on the way home, at Jamaica, I answered some drunk wearing a BELTRAN 15’s cry of “LET’S GO METS!” with my own “LET’S GO METS!” I love all that stuff.

But what I really love is a Mets win. A Mets win — as Liv Tyler said toward the end of That Thing You Do!, I’d forgotten what you fellas looked like.

7 comments to Fun and Won (No ‘Despite’)

  • dmg

    a day that started with one imperative — get the bobblehead — turned out to feature many enjoyable highlights: free parking under the highway; excellent blue smoke spare ribs; pleasant weather; pleasant crowd; and oh yeah, a game that didn’t suck. (dickey retires the first 10 batters and it’s fmart — FMART!!! — who gets the first hit off him.) that last two innings? suspenseful enough for me. how great to have a happy recap for once.

  • Ken K. in NJ

    I listened to the pregame show and first few innings on radio today, and unless I missed it, I’m surprised Howie did not make mention of the obvious paralells between this Astros team and the Astros of late September 1963. He and Josh spent a lot of time joking about the anominity of today’s Astros, but somehow Howie failed to trackback to the 9/27/63 Mets vs. Astros game:

    Yep, that’s Jerry Grote, lower left.

    • Steve D

      Late September, back in 63…what a very special time for the Astros…what a game, what a night.

      As the Astros and Mets finish hostilities today, The Curse of the Jerry Grote lives…we have two championships in 51 seasons, they have none.

  • Ken K. in NJ

    Sorry, Jerry’s on the lower right.

    • Joe D.

      Hi Ken,

      Loved the old photo.

      I despised the Colt 45s (after all, as a kid I thought they were rubbing it into us as being the better team by just the way they threw the ball around infield).

      But I always wondered how a team that had kids entering their prime like Staub, Wynn, Morgan and Jackson, some decent pitchers and the advantage of playing in the dome and Astro Turf didn’t improve upon their 72 win season in 1966, finally finishing at .500 in 1969 when we then of course, way surpassed them.

      • Ken K. in NJ

        Thanks Joe. Ater I found that link I started clicking around and found some interestng stuff about what happened to that all-rookie team.

        For example, Aaron Pointer didn’t have much of a career, but his sisters sure did. They were the Pointer Sisters.

  • kjs

    Nice seats. Nice fried bologna sandwich at Blue Smoke. Nice people. Nice weather. Nice pitching. A win. Sometimes it’s nice to be given a day off from trolling the Wilpons. But every person wearing a SELL THE TEAM T-shirt got a big thumbs-up from moi…