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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 13 June 2011 11:30 am
What do you mean you don’t have the boxed DVD set from the 1986 World Series? What do you mean you’ve lived this long without eight discs that include each game of that blessed Fall Classic (yes, even the losses use Games 1, 2 & 5 as coasters or give them to your cats) plus […]
by Greg Prince on 13 June 2011 2:09 am
The debut of Mets Yearbook: 1977 somehow eluded me last week, but luckily I noticed it was coming on after Sunday’s game and learned it will be repeated Tuesday afternoon at 1:30, so consider this your DVR alert.
Sadly, the 1977 season itself did not elude me, and even less fortunately, it was repeated in spirit […]
by Greg Prince on 12 June 2011 8:14 pm
In one of those misbegotten seasons when Daniel Murphy doesn’t leave too soon on Jason Bay’s sacrifice fly but Angel Pagan forgets to brush a foot over second, Pagan is out at first before Murphy gets home — and Murphy likely leaves too soon anyway. But the whole thing is moot because Bay strikes out […]
by Greg Prince on 12 June 2011 2:10 am
Was it the lure of the Mets that crammed PNC Park’s third-largest crowd into the home of the Bucs the way only Greece, Ecuador and soccer draw throngs to Citi Field? Was it the promise of fireworks and Huey Lewis & The News postgame? (Can Huey Lewis really be considered “news” 27 summers after Sports?) […]
by Greg Prince on 11 June 2011 5:10 am
Kinda busy, kinda distracted. Mets score a run in the top of the first on no hits, I hear out of one ear. That’s nice, I think. But why didn’t we get any hits?
Three straight Pirate hits and the tying run right after, it is mentioned while I’m still doing something else. Damn, I think, […]
by Greg Prince on 10 June 2011 5:07 pm
Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season consisting of the “best” 58th game in any Mets season, the “best” 59th game in any Mets season, […]
by Greg Prince on 9 June 2011 12:11 pm
What are we as Mets fans but our collective sense of self? Or our sense of what we’re not? Consider the case of David, a man I encountered last summer for the first time through my friend Jeff at Citi Field when we, along with Jeff’s son Dylan, attended a Mets-Phillies game together.
David struck me […]
by Greg Prince on 9 June 2011 6:42 am
I liked the parts I watched, which is to say my splintered Wednesday night attention served me well for roughly 8½ innings. I was watching when Ruben Tejada slickened a tough grounder into a 4-3 double play. I was watching when Randy Wolf proved reassuringly human and balked for the first time ever (ever!). I […]
by Greg Prince on 7 June 2011 2:59 pm
Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season consisting of the “best” 55th game in any Mets season, the “best” 56th game in any Mets season, […]
by Greg Prince on 5 June 2011 3:26 pm
Before I forget, from Nathan’s cap night, a hot dog vendor showed up in our section in the top of the seventh. Kind of late, but not unheard of…though it seemed to me he was intent on being not heard. Softly he made his pitch:
“Hot dog, anyone? Hot dog, anyone?”
There were no takers. I […]
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