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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 22 September 2006 3:15 am
Emily and I go out every Saturday night. Every so often, there's a Saturday night game. Every so often, we decide one of these Saturday night games is a must-see: It's Mets-Yankees, or it's a big game against the Braves, or it's an attempt at clinching. So we wind up in a bar or a […]
by Jason Fry on 22 September 2006 3:15 am
Emily and I go out every Saturday night. Every so often, there's a Saturday night game. Every so often, we decide one of these Saturday night games is a must-see: It's Mets-Yankees, or it's a big game against the Braves, or it's an attempt at clinching. So we wind up in a bar or a […]
by Greg Prince on 21 September 2006 5:27 am
I now understand there are two kinds of nights at Shea Stadium. There are nights when the Mets clinch their first National League Eastern Division championship in 18 years and there are all other nights.
Surprisingly, Wednesday was the latter. I was surprised because since shortly after 9:30 Monday night I've been riding and writing on […]
by Greg Prince on 21 September 2006 5:27 am
I now understand there are two kinds of nights at Shea Stadium. There are nights when the Mets clinch their first National League Eastern Division championship in 18 years and there are all other nights.
Surprisingly, Wednesday was the latter. I was surprised because since shortly after 9:30 Monday night I’ve been riding and writing on […]
by Greg Prince on 20 September 2006 9:01 am
We could all use our own Ricky Ledee. We could all use a caddy to go in and play for us the day after we've had a big time the night before. We could all use a guy who might go 0-for-4 in our stead but nobody would notice and few would complain.
I wasn't technically […]
by Greg Prince on 20 September 2006 9:01 am
We could all use our own Ricky Ledee. We could all use a caddy to go in and play for us the day after we’ve had a big time the night before. We could all use a guy who might go 0-for-4 in our stead but nobody would notice and few would complain.
I wasn’t technically […]
by Jason Fry on 20 September 2006 5:30 am
Took the day off from work, largely so I could lie around the house being tired but happy. The Mets' starting lineup did too — Emily and Joshua and I came back from dinner to find it was 2-0 Marlins, with Michael Tucker at the plate and nobody out. Tucker got a hit, Chris Woodward […]
by Jason Fry on 20 September 2006 5:30 am
Took the day off from work, largely so I could lie around the house being tired but happy. The Mets’ starting lineup did too — Emily and Joshua and I came back from dinner to find it was 2-0 Marlins, with Michael Tucker at the plate and nobody out. Tucker got a hit, Chris Woodward […]
by Greg Prince on 19 September 2006 7:08 am
Attention citizens of the National League Eastern Division: You have a new champion.
There isn't a combination of Phillie or Marlin or Brave or National wins that adds to a hill of beans now. They can't touch us in 2006. We win.
It is fricking remarkable that we haven't been able to say that since 1988. Back […]
by Greg Prince on 19 September 2006 7:08 am
Attention citizens of the National League Eastern Division: You have a new champion.
There isn’t a combination of Phillie or Marlin or Brave or National wins that adds to a hill of beans now. They can’t touch us in 2006. We win.
It is fricking remarkable that we haven’t been able to say that since 1988. Back […]
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