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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 6 May 2005 5:43 am
Yo, Philly! We can beat you with our best player tied behind our back!
I nearly spit when I heard Willie was resting Cliff. I'm sorry, do we have a lot of guys batting .391? Slugging .701? Being Death to Flying Things? How on earth are we supposed to win a game without Cliff Floyd?
Why, with […]
by Jason Fry on 6 May 2005 5:25 am
OK, so it was Joe Torre who said that once. Big deal. We took his coach, we can take his quote.
Besides, suddenly it's like we've switched places anyway. I'm not talking about anything so common as won-loss records; seeing how we can barely stay above .500, now's not the time to get too cocky […]
by Greg Prince on 5 May 2005 6:22 am
If Jae Seo had pitched his last two games in newfangled bandboxes instead of RFK and Shea, it wouldn't seem unfair to deport him to Norfolk. Balls rocketed off Nats' bats in D.C., most of them dying in the alleys, but enough finding express lanes down the line to put him in a hole. Wednesday […]
by Jason Fry on 5 May 2005 4:23 am
One of my favorite moments from last year's ALCS (The Mets were out of it! It was against the Yankees! It was just postseason baseball — It didn't MEAN anything!) came after Keith Foulke preserved a decidedly shaky save in Game 6. As he lined up to slap hands with his teammates, who looked a […]
by Greg Prince on 4 May 2005 7:14 am
The social ramble done passed us by years ago. Shoot, out to sup with other people on a Tuesday night? You crazy kids. Back here in suburbia, it was the microwave and the Mets.
More or less how Brett Myers prepared things.
Mrs. Paul's just introduced a grilled salmon dinner with the oddest directions. Cook on high […]
by Jason Fry on 4 May 2005 4:15 am
So tonight seemed like one of those unfortunate evenings in which baseball must be sacrificed on the altar of a well-rounded life, alias the social ramble. Which a certain wise pitcher once noted ain't restful, and which also can't be good for one's fan karma.
Ordinarily I would have felt guilty that I shut off my […]
by Greg Prince on 3 May 2005 7:48 am
If you win twenty in the Show, you can let the fungus grow back on your shower shoes and the press'll think you're colorful. Until you win twenty in The Show, however, it means you're a slob.
–Crash Davis
Thirteen of Beltran's seventeen RBIs have come in games started by Martinez. Wait 'til the Los Mets conspiracy […]
by Jason Fry on 3 May 2005 5:45 am
Tonight's game was one of those contests with a crowd that heartily deserved a reward: Anytime a bunch of people have to hang around two extra hours in 45-degree weather, there's nobody left but the diehards by the time the grounds crew pulls the tarp. And it certainly sounded that way: The crowd pointedly but […]
by Greg Prince on 2 May 2005 3:09 pm
There's no such thing as an idea too good to “adapt” (you know, the way Rickey Henderson would “adapt” bases). In 1980, when a baseball strike loomed, Joe Gergen of Newsday started the Short-Season Awards, honoring the best players in the game from Opening Day to late May. A strike was averted, but he brought […]
by Jason Fry on 2 May 2005 5:47 am
OK, I've officially had it with the cable blackout. This was my first chance to see a full game in a week, and it brought home how many things I've missed and how many things you can't tell from the radio, even when you're in good hands with Gary and Howie. Like except for his […]
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