Old Enough to Drink

Faith and Fear in Flushing celebrates its 21st birthday today, making this the blog that’s legally old enough to drink. And what better way to toast such a milestone than with a lyrical tribute that would seem at home in any saloon situated within the 11368 ZIP Code?

Based strongly on the genius Stephen Sondheim committed to the 1971 musical Follies, and inspired by the voice of survival herself, Elaine Stritch — you mean every Mets blog isn’t? — we’re here to tell you on this February 16 that, as has been the case since 2005…

WE’RE STILL HERE

Faith times and Fear times
We’ve seen ’em all
And, readers dear
We’re still here

Postseason sometimes
Sometimes a drop toward the rear
But we’re here

We’ve whittled magic numbers
Short of zero
Stranded men on third
When short a hero

Seen our stadium disappear
But we’re here

Felt the sting of
Spinal stenosis
But we’re here

L’s put in the books of
Howie Rose’s
But we’re here

We’ve told each other ‘LFGM’
Put too much trust into each GM
Reach contention or just pretend?
Regardless, we would cheer

Team sold to a big financier
And we’re here

We’ve been through Pedro’s, Johan’s, and R.A.’s flair
And we’re here
Harvey Day, Grandpa Bert, and Noah’s hair
And we’re here

We got through departure of deGOAT
Verlander and Scherzer both boarding a boat
Blew taps on our trumpets
As Diaz flew a jet made by Lear

We lived through Luis Castillo
And we’re here

We’ve gotten through Fred and Jeff Wilpon
Gee, that was fun and a half
When you’ve been through Fred and Jeff Wilpon
Anything else is a laugh

We’ve been through Reyes
We’ve been through Cespedes
And we’re here

Flores and Nimmo
Asdrubal Cabrera
And we’re here

Built our hopes up for Dom Smith and Duda
Applauded along when Conforto was Scooter
Held our breath tightly
When they checked Musgrove’s ear

Still, someone said, “Buck’s sincere”
So we’re here

Murph slugged us to a pennant
His ‘D’ then showed ill effect
But we’re here

Black jerseys Friday
Next day City Connect
But we’re here

First we’d lead the league through all those laps
Then came September
And we’d collapse

We blog night after night, season by season
We can’t say for why or for what is the reason
But we’re here

We’ve gotten through
‘Hey, those Mets had quite a run
Thanks a lot for adding some fun’

Or better yet,
‘Sorry the Mets weren’t much fun,
We’ll look you up when they go on a run’

Faith times and Fear times
We’ve seen ’em all
And, readers dear
We’re still here

An Endy catch sometimes
Sometimes au revoir to a Bear
But we’re here

We’ve run the gamut, Aardsma to Zuber
Grab us a 7, cancel the Uber
We got through all of last year
And we’re here

Lord knows, at least we’ve been there
And we’re here!
Twenty-one years!!
We’re still here!!!