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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 15 February 2025 1:07 pm
Topps created 787 different baseball cards for 1972. I don’t remember how many of them I collected, but at least until the final series I’d say “many,” if not most. With the questionably titled In Action subset; the Awards — what kid doesn’t want to stare at a plaque?; the Boyhood Photos of the Stars; […]
by Greg Prince on 12 February 2025 6:15 pm
The distance from No. 11 to No. 10 on any list is both incremental and immense. Top Ten implies a level above all others. Therefore, with all due respect to all others, welcome to the Top Ten portion of MY FAVORITE SEASONS, FROM LEAST FAVORITE TO MOST FAVORITE, 1969-‘PRESENT’ (with 2024’s slotting TBD), where things […]
by Greg Prince on 8 February 2025 6:28 pm
The Mets’ How We Spent Our Winter Vacation essay can be produced in succinct fashion: “We did some signing. We did some trading. We did some retaining.” Given who they signed in December and who they retained in February, that’s a dozen words worthy of a pretty high grade.
Free agents and player swaps are what […]
by Greg Prince on 6 February 2025 12:47 am
The long, cold winter brightened and warmed with the word Wednesday night that a Polar Bear will continue to prowl among us for the foreseeable future, which is to say one, maybe two years. Foreseeable may be a stretch. You live in the world today. You’ve ascertained that nobody can see very far into the […]
by Greg Prince on 28 January 2025 7:21 pm
Seven players have stolen exactly 17 bases in the course of their New York Mets tenure. Only one within that highly specific cohort has been exceedingly efficient as a basestealer. In fact, that player can claim the third-highest stolen base percentage of any Met who has stolen at least 17 bases as a Met. Yet […]
by Greg Prince on 22 January 2025 6:25 pm
Let’s head into the backyard of our childhood and dream. Let’s take a ball and go into our windup. Let’s pretend that we are registering the out that wins our team something of substance. We are the champions…of the world! We win the pennant! The division! We’ll accept a postseason berth or a playoff series, […]
by Greg Prince on 3 January 2025 1:57 pm
If you’re harboring a dormant grudge against the Astros for whatever reason — and there are plenty of reasons…
• The Colt .45s getting out to a much better start in life than the Original Mets
• The infliction of carpeted indoor baseball upon the Grand Old Game
• 1969’s inexplicable yearlong flogging (the garden-variety Astros took ten […]
by Greg Prince on 31 December 2024 2:47 pm
Author’s baby picture, before author discovered shirts and pants.
So I’m born on the last day of 1962, the same year the Mets came into this world, and now it’s 62 years later, and I’ve turned 62. This feels a bit like a Mets fan’s Logan’s Run endgame.
Yet I will go out on a […]
by Greg Prince on 30 December 2024 3:23 pm
I have two favorite stealth statistics from the 2024 season.
1) When the Mets bottomed out at 22-33 on May 29, everybody in the National League, save for the Rockies and Marlins, had a better record than them: the three division leaders, the three Wild Card holders of the moment, and six teams with what appeared […]
by Greg Prince on 24 December 2024 2:37 pm
“There are certain figures in American history who have passed into the realm of cultural mythology, as if reality could no longer contain their stories: Johnny Appleseed. Wild Bill Hickok. Davy Crockett. Rickey Henderson.”
—Tom Verducci, 2003
Maybe somebody else in baseball or sports or life referred to himself in the third person before Rickey Henderson made […]
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