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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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by Jason Fry on 28 August 2020 10:30 am
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
“People like to see human error when it’s honest. When people see you swing and miss, they start to root for you.”
— Paul Westerberg
I became a Mets fan in 1976, when the team had […]
by Greg Prince on 14 September 2017 1:39 pm
The first time Matt Harvey pitched at Wrigley Field was the best time Matt Harvey pitched at Wrigley Field. In some ways, it was the best time Matt Harvey pitched anywhere. Other dates in his dust-covered portfolio of Harvey Days pop a little more in popular memory — this is a guy who flirted with […]
by Greg Prince on 6 August 2017 11:11 am
As the Mets were getting underway Friday night in Flushing, I was situated well north of Citi Field, holding down half of a table at the Annual Sharon Summer Book Signing in Connecticut, a fundraiser for the grand old Hotchkiss Library, founded 124 years ago next month. The other half of the table was occupied […]
by Greg Prince on 26 June 2016 1:06 pm
For nine innings Saturday night, you might have believed you were watching the Mets perform in historically frustrating fashion, better known as just another game from the past eight weeks. On April 30, the Mets had risen to eight games above .500, Michael Conforto was soaring atop an OPS of 1.118 and the only change […]
by Greg Prince on 12 May 2015 1:03 pm
“I hit behind Yogi in one ballgame […] somebody threw him a fastball up in his eyes and Yogi banged it up the middle for a single and I was sitting there on deck going, ‘This is not a game for which I’m familiar…good god.’ To bat behind Yogi Berra, that was awesome.”
—Ron Swoboda
It wasn’t […]
by Greg Prince on 20 May 2014 1:53 pm
Some won-lost records just jump out at me. For example, the Mets losing Sunday and falling to 20-23 sparked my recognition that the Mets hit that very same mark 24 years earlier. In 1990, losing and falling to 20-23 presented a platform for firing the most successful manager in franchise history.
After guiding the Mets to […]
by Greg Prince on 30 August 2011 2:44 pm
Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season that includes the “best” 127th game in any Mets season, the “best” 128th game in any Mets season, […]
by Greg Prince on 14 June 2011 3:13 pm
Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season consisting of the “best” 61st game in any Mets season, the “best” 62nd game in any Mets season, […]
by Greg Prince on 27 February 2011 11:00 pm
Most dignified-looking Met: Duke Snider. That gray hair gets them. If he offered to sell you the Brooklyn bridge you’d be certain he owned it.
—Leonard Shecter, New York Post, 1963
“I think Casey was referring to the fact that when I was 29, I’d have 10 years in the league, but of course, he mangled the […]
by Greg Prince on 4 November 2010 4:25 am
Once upon a time, a five-year-old boy was pulled out of kindergarten by his dad to attend a weekday afternoon baseball game. It was his first baseball game, and it was the greatest baseball game in the world as far as he knew. Forty-five years later, he could recite the details lovingly — at least […]
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