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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 28 September 2008 3:53 am
O, Death
O, Death
Won’t you spare me over ’til another year?
—Ralph Stanley
O, Mets. That’s all I keep saying to myself this week. O, Mets. I won’t know what it means ’til after Sunday’s game. Maybe later.
Maybe much later.
It is not out of the question that Johan Santana’s mastery of the Marlins goes down as every bit […]
by Greg Prince on 27 September 2008 2:29 pm
I love the Mets because I love the Mets.
I don't love the Mets because they are such a well-run organization filled with the kind of people whose baseball acumen translates to a satisfying sense of your fate being in good hands. Only the Pirates and their sixteen consecutive losing seasons sit between the Mets and […]
by Greg Prince on 27 September 2008 5:29 am
Never Shea die…even if you’re tempted.
by Greg Prince on 26 September 2008 8:36 pm
Doc Gooden and Darryl Strawberry watch the season highlight video play out on DiamondVision, just like the rest of us, Sunday October 6, 1985.
Doc was 20, Darryl was 23, Shea was 21, I was 22.
by Greg Prince on 26 September 2008 8:25 pm
Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales From The Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 399 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories…including this one, which appeared as part of an […]
by Greg Prince on 26 September 2008 2:00 pm
My back to the wall, a victim of laughing chance
This is for me the essence of true romance
Sharing the things we know and love with those of my kind
Libations, sensations that stagger the mind
—Steely Dan
I've crossed that fine line from theoretical home stretch to the beginning of the end of the line. This is no […]
by Greg Prince on 25 September 2008 7:40 pm
Best thing I’ve seen at Shea all week.
by Greg Prince on 25 September 2008 7:22 am
Another summer at Perry’s. I can’t. I swear.
—Stacy Hamilton, Ridgemont High School, 1982
I will not tell you how dreadful Wednesday night’s loss to the Cubs was. You can infer that for yourself; you probably already have. I will not dwell on the eerie fact that at the exact same juncture in 2007 — the 158th […]
by Greg Prince on 24 September 2008 3:00 pm
I’m a Wild Card waiting
In the middle of the deck
You’d better get a bigger gun
I’m not dead yet
—Ralph Covert and the Bad Examples
Your 2008 Mets: By no means dead yet.
That was the win the Wild Card-leading Mets needed Tuesday night. We need more of ’em, but that one was the prerequisite. We can’t take Advanced […]
by Greg Prince on 23 September 2008 4:00 pm
“I have tickets for the Mets tonight. Great seats for probably a terrible game. I'll be by at five.”
—Ken Cosgrove, Sterling Cooper, 1962
Yeah, it was pretty terrible at Shea Monday night. Lifetime game 409, regular and postseason combined, might have a hard time cracking my personal top 400 had August 2002 never occurred. Enduring Marquis' […]
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