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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 16 August 2009 3:27 am
In retrospect, why were we surprised? Didn’t it stand to reason that David Wright would go down too? And didn’t it make sense that, having failed to injure himself sliding into third or stretching for a bag or descending the dugout steps or conducting other maneuvers that have waylaid unwary Mets, the cruel baseball gods […]
by Greg Prince on 15 August 2009 6:48 pm
Congratulations to the New York Mets for making the playoffs seven times in their occasionally illustrious career. Very happy to see the banners pasted to the outfield wall again, particularly the one paying homage to 1999’s almost indescribable accomplishments. The first night they were back up was a very nice night, indeed.
Thanks to Porchmate Sharon Chapman […]
by Greg Prince on 15 August 2009 6:50 am
Here's a confession whose content should surprise you, the regular reader, as much you were stunned when you heard Pete Rose admit he gambled:
I didn't like Citi Field.
I didn't like Citi Field when it began to rise. I didn't like Citi Field when I first set foot in it for an exhibition game. I didn't […]
by Greg Prince on 14 August 2009 2:34 pm
Welcome to Flashback Friday: I Saw The Decade End, a milestone-anniversary salute to the New York Mets of 1969, 1979, 1989 and 1999. Each week, we immerse ourselves in or at least touch upon something that transpired within the Metsian realm 40, 30, 20 or 10 years ago. Amazin’ or not, here it comes.
If the […]
by Greg Prince on 13 August 2009 10:26 pm
The Faith and Fear t-shirt has been seen this season at Fenway, at Rogers Centre, at what is now known as Pitco, even at the Roman Colosseum. But how about this: the first “official” FAFIF shirt sighting* at the New World Class Home of the New York Mets, Citi Field? And how about Dave Murray coming all the way […]
by Greg Prince on 13 August 2009 8:04 am
That doctor from SNY's constantly airing New York State Smokers Quitline commercial — the one who comes into the examining room and tells that poor, haunted guy all the diseases he risks contracting from indulging his filthy habit (kind of like a one-man death panel) — might make a good medical liaison for the Mets. […]
by Greg Prince on 12 August 2009 8:59 pm
The best thing to come out of Buffalo since Fernando Nieve: Ross Chapman showing off the FAFIF numbers tee at Coca-Cola Field, home of the Bisons.
See, Tony Bernazard? Some guys can keep their shirts on at Mets minor league ballparks.
Show you’re in the pros with your own Faith and Fear t-shirt, available here.
by Greg Prince on 12 August 2009 8:29 pm
Quick in-game break from our daily teeth-gritting to acknowledge that the New York Mets seem to have caught on after 4½ months and will be (hold on to your fedoras) honoring the heritage of the New York Mets in a well-rounded fashion. The organization with the Ebbets Field facade, the Pee Wee Reese jerseys displayed […]
by Jason Fry on 12 August 2009 5:10 am
The Mets are now 1-5 on a West Coast trip against crappy teams. Tonight they got beat by Max Scherzer, he of the David Bowie eyes, and Trent Oeltjen, a young Aussie who really ought to retire the moment the Mets leave town. (Trust me, Trent — baseball isn't this easy.) They got beat because […]
by Greg Prince on 11 August 2009 8:36 pm
The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty’s livin’ in a cheap hotel
The desert’s quiet and Cleveland’s cold
So the story ends we’re told
Forgive the following hackneyed cinematic conceit, but let’s say it’s 1999. A voice whispers in your ear that in the relatively early years of the next millennium, the greatest starting pitcher in baseball and one […]
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