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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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by Greg Prince on 22 January 2009 11:15 am
FAFIF Fantasy Camp correspondent Jeff Hysen is not letting the laundry loop hamper his [friggin’] good time in St. Lucie, but he may be a little lighter in the pockets once the kangaroo court gavels into session. What’s said in the bull session mostly stays in the bull session, but Jeff has a few other things to tell us.
I knew that I would have to learn to hit and throw and run but I didn’t know that I would have to learn about the laundry loop. This is a big deal at camp. We’ve been lectured on it twice and the clubhouse guys come around to see if we’re doing it right. For a proper loop, you put a sock in the loop on the end, tighten the loop, do the same at the other end with your other sock, then put everything else (other than uniform and towels) in the middle, belt the two ends, and throw it in the bin. Apparently some aren’t doing it correctly, which prompted a repeat lecture.
It was really cold this morning. I don’t expect sympathy, given the weather “up north,” but when you come to Florida, you don’t expect to hear the phrases “dress in layers” and “wind chill advisory.” After another hitting session with Mickey Brantley, I went for a run on the campus. I passed Gil Hodges Way and Tom Seaver Curve en route to Tradition Field. I ran around the warning track until the automatic sprinklers went on. It made me think of Pedro.
It was picture day so after a group picture, a picture with the coaching staff, individual pictures and team pictures (all available for a price), it was onto our first game. One of our guys hit a shot that I thought was out but it struck the fence (on a fly!). I thought that the fence was very high and it was. The field was configured to the specifications of Citi Field. Once this season starts, we’re going to be bemoaning the heights of the fences…well, at least in the bottom halves of innings.
Just so you know about these games, we play seven innings, a pitcher has to be pulled after giving up six runs, there is no stealing, no running on the pitch (unless it’s a 3-2 count with two outs), the leads are only to the edge of the grass, and there are no wild pitches or passed balls. The lineup begins where it ended at the previous game to help ensure equal playing time. When I saw that each team had between nine and eleven guys, I said that this meant a lot of action. I was told that we’d miss the extra players and this has already come true — guys get hurt and you need the extra players. The team we played in the afternoon needed coaches to play in center and right.
I was surprised at how annoyed/upset I was with myself for hitting poorly Tuesday. I haven’t faced a pitcher throwing a hardball in about 38 years so I shouldn’t have been surprised, yet I was. There are many guys here who are really into the games and, to an extent, that’s rubbed off on me. I thought that the games would be relaxed and fun, but they are serious (despite the modified rules). One repeat camper said that he was only here because he did so poorly last year. Another said he was here to “redeem himself” for last year. One guy said that he’s not even a Mets fan and is only here to play ball (making the fantasy part irrelevant for him).
I’m happy to report that things went better Wednesday. In the first game, I had the game winning RBI when I was hit by a pitch with the bases loaded. In the second game, I had two hits. More importantly, Capra’s Cyclones won twice. We have some excellent players on the team. Coach Capra — Buzz — was very happy.
From there, it was time for a Bull Session in which the coaches answered our questions. I will not relay most of what was said; not that it was controversial, but they weren’t speaking for attribution (only for us). We heard stories about 1969, Yogi and Gil. One thing that I think you will be interested in: when a question was asked about the last two Septembers, new bullpen coach Randy Niemann stood up and said, slowly, “That will not happen again.”
Pat Zachry update: he saw me at photos and yelled “stop [friggin’] smiling!” As I walked into the Bull Session, he simply scowled and made a motion across his lips.
Capra’s Cyclones had a team bonding dinner at Duffy’s. Buzz joined us and told some great stories. Two more games tomorrow and then the Kangaroo Court. I’ve already been told that I will be fined. More on that tomorrow.
by Greg Prince on 22 January 2009 11:11 am

Jeff Hysen and his fellow Fantasy Campers received a stern (if not Stearns) lecture on how to properly prepare their clubhouse laundry, but Jeff no doubt got extra credit for adding a Faith and Fear t-shirt to his load.
Add one to yours here.
by Greg Prince on 21 January 2009 9:17 am
FAFIF Fantasy Camp correspondent Jeff Hysen spent Inauguration Day not so solemnly swearing while, to the best of his ability, attempting to execute fundamentals and defend against fly balls. Now that he’s iced his chest, Jeff files his dispatch from Tuesday.
The next time that I hear about a player being late for practice during spring training, I will think of this morning. Events didn’t start until 8:45 but at least half the camp was at the field by 7:00.
I saw Pat Zachry again and he again said to me “You’re [friggin’] smiling. People are gonna think you’re having a good time!” I said “I am having a good time.” He said, “What?” and I answered, “I am having a [friggin’] good time!”
He laughed.
After a nice breakfast, which included grits, we went to the hitting cages. I had a lesson with Mickey Brantley, who is an excellent teacher. After stretching, we were divided into groups for evaluation. First was outfield play. Ron Swoboda told us that he learned a lot by watching Curt Flood. Lenny Randle stressed the importance of not colliding with anybody — he said that when a fly ball was hit his way, he would yell “get the [frig] out of the way!” It was very windy and tough to catch the flies. After I did, Randle chest bumped me.
At pitching and catching, Zachry saw me and yelled “you’re still smiling!” Anthony Young tried to teach me to pitch, without success. Then Zachry came over, said “you don’t suck as much as you think you do” and switched me to a stretch position — which sort of worked. From there, we had a hitting lesson with former Mets minor league coach Al LeBeouf (“the bat is not an automatic weapon…it is manually operated”). After that, it was infield, with Doug Flynn and Bobby Wine. Wine didn’t like me missing a grounder and got on my case. It is all in fun, I think. We then hit and broke for the morning.
Yes, we watched the inauguration. Lenny Randle was almost in tears.
The coaches picked their teams and I was put on Buzz Capra’s team, the Cyclones. Willie Montañez is one of our coaches. We lost our game 6-5 to a team coached by Pete Schourek and Felix Millan. Let’s just say that I didn’t contribute much to the effort (if you’re reading this and expecting me to tell you stories of my diamond exploits, I fear that you will be disappointed). The camp staff wisely includes trainers from the Mets minor league system and, after the game, the line was out the door. The Mets are big on icing our wounds — too bad that they can’t treat our wounds from the last two Septembers.
Note to my friend Bob: free beer in the locker room.
If you’re wondering about the makeup of the campers, there are about 80 guys (and it’s only guys, although there have been women in other years), mostly white and from New York, New Jersey or Connecticut. Almost everyone is friendly and enjoying the experience. About half are camp veterans, with one guy in his eighth year. Several received this as a birthday present (like me) and many are with their brothers, fathers, or other relatives (if so, they are placed on the same team).
A large group went to dinner at Duffy’s, the same Duffy’s that the sports writers tell us in Spring Training is the only good place in town and where John Maine always goes to bowl. It has about 50 flat screens and good food. We talked a lot about how sore we are. We’ll be in worse shape tomorrow after two games.
One sort of-news item to pass on: Duaner Sanchez is here. I watched him play catch with a clubhouse attendant. Afterwards, I asked the attendant how Duaner looked and he said “real good.”
by Greg Prince on 21 January 2009 9:15 am

From the St. Lucie clubhouse where Jeff Hysen is having a [friggin’] good time. I’m trying to picture any number of Mets reading these signs and being inspired. Impossible, isn’t it?
Well, maybe Wright.
I dare our new president to post the top one in the Oval Office after yesterday.
by Greg Prince on 20 January 2009 6:00 pm
You’ve read of the path that brought Jeff Hysen to Mets Fantasy Camp this week. And hopefully you’ve noticed the change of clothes he can believe in. Now Jeff tells us what it was like becoming a Met yesterday.
I was greeted by Ed Kranepool, in uniform, as I entered the locker room for the first time. Doug Flynn pitched BP to me. I shook Felix Millan’s hand. And I heard John Stearns tell a great story.
I’ve been looking forward to this for over a year and the first day didn’t disappoint. First, I was a late arrival but the camp had someone waiting for me at the airport (there were buses for those traveling from New York and New Jersey). After checking in, I got to the field for the “optional” workout — and everyone was there. Ed Kranepool wasn’t listed as a coach but he greeted all the campers as they arrived. He was very friendly and it was a thrill to meet him. Then it was off to a “side” field. John Stearns loudly yelled that everyone had to hit. I stepped in against Doug Flynn and, with Joe Pignatano watching from behind the cage, fouled a few off before lining a single. After a few more swings, I was done. Fielding drills followed. We were sent around the infield and when we got to third base, one guy said that there should be a cutoff man at the pitcher’s mound. I went over to Flynn to thank him for throwing BP. He asked me about myself and then took me over to meet Pat Zachry. Flynn said “we’re two of the shits that were traded for Tom Seaver.” (Steve Henderson is here, too, so there’s another.)
The introductory dinner was led by Camp Commissioner Stearns. Before we ate, I walked with another guy to say hello, and the other guy mentioned a game in 1978 in which Stearns blocked the plate on an incoming Dave Parker, causing Parker to break his cheekbone. Stearns told us about the play in detail, including the RF (Joel Youngblood) and the batter (Lee Lacy).
Before dinner, Stearns introduced the coaches with some of the loudest applause for Felix Millan, Ed Kranepool, Ron Swoboda and… Anthony Young! We’ll see if somebody brings up his historic losing streak at the “bull session” later in the week. When Stearns introduced Steve Henderson, he mentioned an AB against Goose Gossage in Henderson’s rookie year. He said that Henderson took a long time to get ready and Gossage didn’t like that so he brushed him back. On the next pitch, Henderson hit a home run.
The campers are very excited and happy to be here. There are around 80 guys here and there were 80 last week. I was told that they usually have between 100 and 120 so I guess you have to chalk it up to the economy. The other guys are strangers to me, but it was easy to talk Mets with them. Tomorrow are the “tryouts”, after which the coaches conduct a draft (behind closed doors, thankfully) and you then join your team. We’ll play five seven-inning games in the next three days.
As I left the dinner, Pat Zachry saw me and said “if you keep [friggin’] smiling, people are gonna think you’re having a good time.”
I am.
by Greg Prince on 20 January 2009 3:21 am

Our Fantasy Camp correspondent Jeff Hysen sends along the contents of his locker. He is, of course, paying tribute to his idol Jose Lima.
Admit it: HYSEN 17 looks better on Met pinstripes than CASTILLO 1.
by Greg Prince on 20 January 2009 12:34 am
For some, it must seem like a fantasy that their perennially pathetic football team has made it to the championship game. Two Sundays from now, their fantasy will come true.
For others, it must seem like a fantasy that someone who looks like them is about to be sworn in as President of the United States. Tuesday at noon, their fantasy will come true.
For one friend of mine, his fantasy is happening right now.
Jeff Hysen — bmfc1 here on occasion and, as he points out, “the only person to sit with Greg and then Jason at two different Mets games in Nationals Park” — is in Port St. Lucie. As Pitchers & Catchers is weeks away, he’s too early to watch the 2009 Mets take the field. But he’s right on time to do so himself.
Yes, Jeff is a New York Mets Fantasy Camper. I asked him to share his early thoughts on what being such a thing is actually like with Faith and Fear.
“First of all,” Jeff stresses, “this week is a gift, a generous one at that, from my parents for my 50th birthday. They offered to send me after my 49th but I wanted a year to get in better shape and look forward to the experience. I’ve dropped 18 pounds, taken some hitting lessons, and looked forward to this for 14 months.”
Jeff sports a Mets license plate and carries a Mets keychain and, most importantly, maintains a great sense of Met self. “I grew up in Great Neck and moved to Maryland 21 years ago,” he explains. “Leaving New York, and then having two sons, didn’t lessen my love for all things blue and orange. Instead, my devotion to the Mets has increased as I’ve gotten older.”
And now, through Saturday, he is a Met.
All this week, Jeff will be, as his coaches allow — “If Pete Schourek wants to go for a beer, I’m going” — sending us dispatches which we are honored to pass along in admiration and a bit of envy (for being in warm weather if nothing else).
“As an attorney for over 20 years,” Jeff insists on adding, “my writing has gotten drier over time. Statement of facts, points of law, argument, conclusion. Yawn. By attorney standards, I’m a riot, but as a blogger, not so much.” I’m not too worried about Jeff’s communication skills (he got his love of the Mets across to his parents, something not all of us are very good at), but he did want to let everyone know that “my family will be reading the Comments, so try and be nice.”
Mets Players and Coaches Also in St. Lucie This Week
John Stearns
Ron Swoboda
Pete Schourek
Bobby Floyd
Duffy Dyer
Jim McAndrew
Joe Pignatano
Pat Zachry
Willie Montañez
Felix Millan
Rafael Santana
Rod Gaspar
Kevin Baez
Mickey Brantley
Lenny Randle
Guy Conti
Buzz Capra
Randy Neimann
Eric Hillman
Bobby Wine
Doug Flynn
Rodney McCray
Anthony Young
A different kind of fantasy gathering, but one ideal for those wishing a little less exertion: the Baseball Assistance Team dinner, in Manhattan, a week from Tuesday. Lots of Mets heroes on hand there, too. For more information on the January 27 event, please visit the B.A.T. site.
by Greg Prince on 19 January 2009 6:19 am

Winter, of course, is for the birds, but at least one FAFIF reader makes the snow seem that much more tolerable with an orange and blue birdhouse that brightens any branch. Thanks to Jersey Jack Susser for sending along this image of his avian accommodations.
by Greg Prince on 19 January 2009 6:02 am

This Upper Deck MLB New York Mets Poker Set lets you enjoy one of the most popular games today. This poker set includes two decks of casino-quality cards, 5 dice, a dealer button and 500 high quality 11.5g clay composite chips. Everything comes packaged in a superior quality, rounded-corner aluminum case with acrylic top displaying each teams logo. Whether you’re a beginner or an experienced gamer, it’s time to go “all-in” and order this Poker Collection from Upper Deck!
Pete Rose, take note: Major League Baseball sanctions gambling. Well, just a little friendly poker. But be warned that this is a heavy game, and I don’t mean heavy like the Executive Game in The Sopranos.
I mean literally.
The Officially Licensed New York Mets Poker Set you see here, displayed for us by our pal Ross Chapman (head and FAFIF numbers not pictured) and hyped with Bud Selig’s presumed blessing on at least one useless Web site where it is perpetually unavailable, weighs 17 pounds, according to his mother Sharon’s bathroom scale. “It’s not so bad for a short haul,” she says, “but when you’re traveling a distance and you have a large item of that weight, it’s a challenge.”
By the way, when I first asked Sharon how much it weighed, after she’d already snuck it out of hiding for this picture, she begged, “For the love of God, don’t make me take it out of Ross’ closet again!” She’d carried those 17 pounds plenty already.
The heft of the set is neither here or nor there, unless someone is schlepping this thing through all manner of public transit a great distance with the goal of surprising someone with it four months down the pike, which is exactly what Ross’ mom was doing. Then it is either here or there. Either it gets where it’s going there, somewhere in Central Jersey, or it’s left shall we say here, at its point of origin in Flushing.
Let me turn the story over to the protagonist, she who is by no means Mike Pelfrey-sized, thus making dragging across state lines a 17-pound poker set as a January birthday present for her poker-loving husband Kevin a bit of an ordeal in the waning days of summer.
The first time I saw this set it was in the Diamond Club gift shop when I was at Shea on August 11. But between the new camera I was schlepping and a case of tendinitis over the summer, I just couldn’t carry it home on the train.
So I bought it the night of September 7, at the FEMA store [the prefab Shea souvenir shop in that adorable trailer, in case you’ve forgotten], taking the bird in the hand and not relying on there being another in the busy store. I checked it at the seat to make sure it was really a Mets poker set (my trust level that they’d give me the right merchandise being very, very low), and schlepped the thing to the 7 Train, to the IRT, through Penn Station, and home on NJ Transit. I left it in my car trunk overnight, and hid it away in a very good hiding place in the house after Kevin and the boys went to work/school that morning.
Seriously, it’s an aluminum case with 500 poker chips in it. Pretty much as pictured on the box. Poker chips with some dice and a couple of decks of playing cards.
Now that I’m thinking back, I had thought on August 11 that I could order it online, and I would have been very willing to pay the insane shipping costs to avoid schlepping it. But any time I found an online link to it, it was sold out, and the Mets wouldn’t sell it to me as a telephone order. So I waited until the September 7 game, which was the final time I attended a game at Shea without Kevin, and was determined to purchase the poker set and get it home, come hell or high water.
I showed you the bruises on my forearms I got from that thing, didn’t I?
I can report there were, unfortunately, bruises, but that they were sustained in support of a beautiful thing…the purchasing of it, the delivery of it and the quality of the merchandise. I can also report that upon lifting it myself, I found it to be the equivalent of two value-sized bags of rock salt, so kudos for one of the great schleps of Shea’s last season.
Sharon presented the poker set to Kevin on Sunday, his birthday. His reaction? He “was totally surprised. [He] never noticed the bruises last September. LOL.”
by Greg Prince on 16 January 2009 4:00 pm
MIRACLE ON THE HUDSON is a headline I would have hoped to have seen describe some incredible play some incredible second baseman made on our behalf (a second baseman who's still sitting out there on the open market, FYI). But this other thing will do, too.
Having grudgingly rewatched Game Seven of the 2006 NLCS on MLBN the other night, I could have told you that you can never trust birds.
And this Sully guy? Can't say I've seen a better save — or does Capt. Sullenberger get the hold and the ferry crews the save? As a Mets fan who survived the icy plunge of late innings last August and September, I'd forgotten what a save looked like.
The 2:35 mark here confirms we know a little something about miracles. US Airways Flight 1549…about as close to 1969 as you can get in real life. Nice work.
Very nice.
Crass promotional announcement latched onto the tail end of true heroism: Flashback Friday returns to this space in one week.
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