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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 Greg Prince on 27 May 2005 8:58 am
The No. 11 Greatest Met of the First Forty Years somehow disappeared from the entry that was originally posted March 30. So did half of the No. 12 Greatest Met. Don't know why it happened, but for all the Greatest Mets completists out there, we reoffer the full rundown of Nos. 20 through 11.
20. John […]
by Greg Prince on 27 May 2005 8:29 am
Welcome back to these parts. And thanks for bringing home whatever victory dust they were selling on the coast. We needed all the help we could get.
Leave Rusty alone, man. Let him go. You've gotten more Rusty than most people will ever have in a lifetime, though I understand that if you hang around the […]
by Jason Fry on 27 May 2005 3:43 am
So I knew we'd be fine tonight. No, not when it was 43-3. Earlier. Not when Benson singled up the middle. Earlier. Not when it stopped raining in Florida. Earlier.
No, I knew all would be well at around 10:30 am PDT, about a minute after I cleared security in the San Francisco airport. […]
by Greg Prince on 26 May 2005 7:03 am
There are 115 games of baseball straight ahead. Tell us that on a windy, wintry Wednesday afternoon and we'd sign up for them, right? If we were told that more than a thousand innings of baseball lie right in front of us, starting tonight and going on for five months and change, we wouldn't ask […]
by Jason Fry on 26 May 2005 4:50 am
Jeez Louise, Greg. Can't I trust you to safeguard this team for four lousy days? Sheesh!
P.S. I walked by a bar in a grotty section of San Francisco and it had a giant neon Yankees logo in the window. I don't think I've ever seen a piece of Giants anything in New York. What's wrong […]
by Greg Prince on 25 May 2005 6:55 am
ATLANTA (FAF) — The New York Mets continued to be mired in an endless morass against their archrivals, the Braves, [day that game was played], losing [final score] at Turner Field.
Tom Glavine was
_ his usual effective self in pinning another defeat on the Mets.
_ beaten badly yet again by his old team.
X pitching pretty well […]
by Greg Prince on 24 May 2005 8:20 am
A's for Atlanta
Where Coke makes its Fanta
And the Mets gift the Braves
As if they were Santa
B is for Beltran
He's not a well man
His quad's day-to-day, what can ya say?
He's probably got a good health plan
C is for Cameron
And a bat that's been hammerin'
Trotted to first, the count three and two
“W-W-What?” was what we were stammerin'
D's […]
by Jason Fry on 24 May 2005 6:43 am
So this afternoon (California time) I straggle back to my hotel room after a long day about equally divided between work and technical problems trying to prevent me from work, plop down on the bed, look at the clock and do the away-from-home math. Whoa, I think to myself, it's like 8:30 in New York. […]
by Greg Prince on 23 May 2005 7:53 pm
Note to our readers: Appropriately enough, technical difficulties took Faith and Fear in Flushing underground for the duration of the Subway Series. All posts relating to disaster and epiphany are now available for your scrolling, gleaning, perusing and absorption. We apologize for the protracted disappearance. The problem can be attributed to QuesTec; the poor condition […]
by Jason Fry on 23 May 2005 7:34 am
It's 3:30 Pacific time and I'm blasting up I-5 in a rental car, topping 80 in a valiant (and basically successful) effort to get to the conference I'm attending in time for a 4 p.m. meeting with a tech bigwig. I'm driving with one hand, flipping up and down the AM dial with the other, […]
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