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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.
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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Rainout Theatre
by Greg Prince on 29 June 2007 12:08 am No game tonight. No makeup announced. Good chance for those of us planning to be the kind of obnoxious visiting fan we despise at Shea to prepare our road grays and bon mots (“HEY BURRELL! YOU SUCK!”) for Citizens Bank Park.
While you're otherwise without Mets baseball tonight, we present some FAFIF classics to get you through the precipitation until lightning strikes your Internet provider. Ladies and gentlemen, the 2006 National League Division Series as told by your co-bloggers — and you.
NLDS GAME 1
Wednesday Afternoon Lights
More-Substantive Commentary to Follow
Best Episode Ever
Holy Timoniel!
4 O'Clock Thunder
NLDS GAME 2
Tom Has Come Today
Depends What the Score is
NLDS GAME 3
Let's Make This a Night to Remember
Capping Off Holy Saturday
The Night Second Billing Was First-Rate
Reality Trumps Satire
Pride Wenteth After a Fall
No need to delve into the NLCS right now. I've seen enough of the Cardinals for one week.
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Very nice, it was fun reading them again. They sure don't write 'em like that any more. :)
I grew up in Philadelphia, and when the Phillies were rained out, there were only two movies they would show: Rhubarb (The Cat Who Owned a Baseball Team) and It Happens Every Spring. Both starred Ray Milland, who I guess was to 1949-1951 baseball movies what Kevin Costner was to 1988-1989 baseball movies.
Greg – I kind of like having that 162nd game in our back pocket. One of two scenarios could happen.
1) Either we won't need it, in which case the game won't matter and won't be played (presumably because we'd wrapped up the division by then), or
2) We will need it, in which case the Mets can take out 11 months of frustration by stomping the Cardinals for nine innings before moving on to the playoffs against someone else (presumably not the Cardinals)
Kind of a karmic “wiping the '06 slate clean” dealie.