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Welcome back to Sunday School: Forgotten Faces of Flushing, our weekly rummage through the Mets’ attic, where we brush the dust off the bubble gum cards, flip through the curling pages of old yearbooks, and rediscover the players who once made you pause mid–potato knish and mutter, “Hold on… he was a Met, right?” Last week, class focused on Joe Frazier , not the heavyweight champion, but the Mets manager whose brief tenure somehow produced a better winning percentage than Ter

How many of you are still hurting from the Mets not making the playoffs this year? To me, it hurts even more because it was to the Reds. For what seems like a lifetime, ( It was a lifetime. The creaky Nick Castellanos was born in 1992, well after the Reds last won a title) the Reds have made the playoffs again at the Mets expense. The history of Mets-Reds trades has to start with the greatest Met of them all. The statue, The Franchise, Tom Terrific. June 15, 1977 is a date st

For the fourth time in franchise history, the Mets entered the 2001 season as a defending champion (1970 and 1987 at defending World Champions, 1974 and 2001 as defending National League Champions). A sluggish start put the Mets season in an early hole but they battled back and nearly made a miraculous run to what would’ve been a third consecutive post season berth. The Mets opened the season on April 3rd, with a ten inning, 6-4 win over the Braves in Atlanta. Robin Ventura h

If 1992 was “The Worst Team Money Could Buy,” then 1993 was the Slap Shot 2: Breaking the Ice. a straight-to-video disaster that made Toe Blake spin in his grave and the Hanson Brothers beg for a line change. This was supposed to be a bounce-back year, the baseball version of a redemption tour. A new shortstop (Tony Fernández), a few veteran arms, and the faint hope that all that expensive talent might actually act like, well, talent. Instead, what we got was 59 wins, 103 los

Welcome back to Sunday School: Forgotten Faces of Flushing our weekly rummage through the Mets’ attic, where we dust off the bubble-gum...