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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 10 July 2009 4:27 am
Now Rivera brings the hands together…
Runners take a lead at all three bases.
One-two to Franco…
LINE DRIVE base hit into right field!
Henderson scores!
Here comes Alfonzo…
Here comes O'Neill's throw to the plate…
Alfonzo slides…
He's safe, the Mets win it!
THE METS WIN IT!
MATT FRANCO WITH A LINE DRIVE SINGLE TO RIGHT AND HE'S BEING MOBBED BY HIS TEAMMATES!
Matt Franco, […]
by Greg Prince on 9 July 2009 7:39 am
The Mets have won their last four one-run games. In fact their last four wins have all been of the one-run variety. They beat the best team in baseball Wednesday night. They stayed close to each of their rivals in the N.L. East. Oliver Perez is 1-0 since early May.
See what happens when you read […]
by Greg Prince on 7 July 2009 8:17 pm
You might find yourself aggravated this summer, but you won't find yourself alone. Not when there are other Mets fans like you just waiting to keep you company on three very special evenings.
Two weeks from tonight — July 21 at 7:00 PM while the Mets' bats are getting untracked in Washington — comes the first […]
by Greg Prince on 6 July 2009 10:18 pm
There’re just so many summers, babe. And just so many springs.
Don Henley’s lyrics came to me early in the 1993 season. Too early. 1993 wasn’t, sadly, the last worthless season that we’d have to spend, but damned if it didn’t seem the baseball summer to which we looked forward all winter went kaput before it […]
by Greg Prince on 5 July 2009 1:05 am
After a game like Saturday's, in which the Mets fell behind and settled in comfortably from there, it felt fair to wonder if they ever planned to mount a comeback again. Then I remembered it was barely 48 hours ago that they indeed came from five runs behind to eventually win a ballgame. They do […]
by Greg Prince on 3 July 2009 7:19 am
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.
I didn’t […]
by Greg Prince on 3 July 2009 3:48 am
Wednesday they rode the bus. Thursday they broke the Bucs. This weekend?
First place or bust!
Let's get a little giddy for the giddy-up the Mets showed after falling behind 5-0, shedding Tim Redding, shredding almost their entire roster and blowing a ninth-inning lead that seemed fated to be converted into the regulation loss to end all […]
by Greg Prince on 2 July 2009 2:43 am
Jerry Manuel somehow fails to consult with me, but I could have told him taking the bus to Miller Park was an excellent idea. Stephanie and I did exactly that less than two years ago. We were staying downtown, so it was simple. The express rolled right by our Wisconsin Avenue hotel and we just […]
by Greg Prince on 2 July 2009 2:40 am
In 2007, Stephanie and I visited Milwaukee. We took a bus to Miller Park, just like the Mets did to break their five-game losing streak Wednesday. We each encountered no problem en route to our date with the Brewers. This candid shot was taken the next day when I got a little ambitious and guided us […]
by Greg Prince on 30 June 2009 8:52 am
It was a perfectly admissible argument that Howard Beale advanced in the days that followed. It was, however, also a very depressing one. Nobody particularly cared to hear his life was utterly valueless.
—Narrator, Network
Goddammit, this is a dark fucking period.
—Dewey Cox, Walk Hard
Things can’t get worse, they got to get better, a wise man once […]
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