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Greg Prince and Jason Fry
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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Retrosheet to the Rescue

Some scouring over at Retrosheet

makes me think my flawed brain cells were trying to combine the 6th

inning with this horrible sequence, our last gasp in that dismal game:

METS 12TH: Leary replaced Stubbs (pitching); Sasser singled to

right; Darling ran for Sasser; Mazzilli batted for McDowell; Mazzilli

singled to center [Darling to second]; Jefferies flied to left; Orosco

replaced […]

G(r)eek Chorus, Part VI

Kaz Ishii's old pitching coach said the toughest pitch for him was “strikes” and warned that he'll drive us crazy. I was thinking of a certain departed senator even before Newsday noted that Ishii walked 98 in 172 innings, while Leiter walked 97 in 173 2/3. Of course Leiter went 10-8 with a 3.21 ERA, while Ishii went […]

G(r)eek Chorus, Part V

I couldn’t help noticing that both Hubie Brooks and Todd Zeile belong the category of Reacquired Mets, which is always an interesting one.

By my count (which is almost certainly wrong) there are 23 members of

this club, and a look at their mostly-not-august ranks shows how rarely

this works. What you’re hoping for is a Nice Comeback: […]

Goodbye, Farewell, Get Lost

Some bits of business before resuming the G(r)eek Chorus for the Fabulous 50s.

Francisco Campos, whom I never actually sighted, is no more.

Jason Phillips is soon to be no more — though apparently the deal for Ishii can't be formalized until tomorrow because the commissioner's office isn't open on the weekend.

Wha? This can't be right. When […]

G(r)eek Chorus, Part IV

Hey! It didn't rain! And we played a game! It ended in a tie, but

anything that can be managed in between downpours is cool with us right

now.

On to the 60's….

It's a shame Dave Magadan isn't

remembered more (meaning, of course, “isn't remembered more by people

other than geeks like us”). The man hit .328 in 1990 […]

G(r)eek Chorus, Part III

Now that Super Joe is officially gone, I feel bad. I

know it was the best thing: For all his intensity and hard work, for

all the joy and hustle he brought to playing baseball, it's been years

since he did enough between the white lines to justify a roster

spot. In the Times today

he describes himself as a […]

G(r)eek Chorus, Part II

I got a fortune cookie today, ate it and the fortune said this: HEY

STUPID — IF YOU THOUGHT TRACHSEL WAS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE

PLAYOFFS AND NOTHING, YOU WEREN'T MAKING THE PLAYOFFS ANYWAY.

How rude!

In less-weighty news, Angel Pagan, Ambiorix Concepcion, Mike Jacobs, Matt Lindstrom, Blake McGinley and Juan Padilla took that famous 300-yard walk. Wayne […]

G(r)eek Chorus, Part I

To avoid competing lists, I'll yield the field to you, keeping my 100

greatest Mets in my back pocket for a rainy day, which is all our team

seems to get these days. Funny how I never thought much of Steve

Trachsel (beyond “Why isn't that man throwing the baseball yet?”) until

back troubles turned him into Matt Ginter. […]

Firsts *

Alas, my first game — or at least the original version of it — is lost in the mists of our family lore, which is not generally of the record-keeping variety. My memory is that it was a June 1977 game against the San Diego Padres, and Tom Seaver was on the mound. But this is based […]

Mi Nombre Es Glavine

Your pal Manny Aybar's arrival on the mound (God bless WPIX)

reminded me, again, of the weird feelings when former enemies big

and small join the Forces of Good.

It's easy to forget Pedro was briefly a member of the Forces of

Darkness, drilling Piazza in June 1998 and afterwards pulling out one

of his under-the-mango-tree ruminations about being a

poor boy with class while […]