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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 7 October 2007 9:29 pm
In the interest of Eastern Division solidarity, it's high time we rouse ourselves from our stupor and extend our heartiest congratulations to the Philadelphia Phillies and wish them all the luck in the world as they pursue a world championship. Go get 'em in the NLDS, guys!
Wait a sec…I'm just being handed a bulletin…I see…really?…three […]
by Greg Prince on 6 October 2007 11:49 pm
The hunter is now the hunted.
Your University of South Florida Bulls, perhaps dizzy from their unprecedented, unpredicted, unreal! ranking in the AP writers’ poll as the No. 6 team in the nation, were severely challenged by a team that used to be them, the Florida Atlantic University Owls. But the Bulls withstood the challenge and […]
by Greg Prince on 5 October 2007 8:18 pm
If you can’t make it out, those are — clockwise from the top left — Rey Ordoñez, John Olerud, Todd Hundley and Bobby Jones at play on my torso. We were in Cooperstown on August 26, 1997. The Mets were 70-60 at that moment, trailing the Florida Marlins by 5-1/2 games in the Wild Card race. […]
by Greg Prince on 5 October 2007 7:47 pm
When the season began, they were nobody. When it ended, they were somebody. If it’s the first Friday of the month, then we’re remembering them in this special 1997 edition of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.
Ten years, seven Fridays. This is the last of them.
Here’s the crux of it. This is why […]
by Greg Prince on 5 October 2007 8:47 am
I’m still working on Flashback Friday as regards the final game of the season ten years ago, but I thought it would be interesting in the interim to provide some emotion-free context for 1997.
Twenty-four men became New York Mets for the first time in 1997. Four of them — John Olerud, Rick Reed, Todd Pratt […]
by Greg Prince on 4 October 2007 4:06 pm
I may have accidentally made sense eight months ago:
Don't know if it's still conventional wisdom in baseball circles to define a player's prime as more or less the ages of 28-32. Since conventional wisdom never dies, probably. But if that's the prime — when you're old enough to know better and young enough to successfully […]
by Greg Prince on 3 October 2007 7:11 pm
TBS' postgame show will be presented by Captain Morgan Rum. What a coincidence. So is my week.
As the Phillies and Rockies prepared to kick off (take Colorado +3), I found one thing to take solace in. And it's a reach, but what the hell — it's not like I'm reaching into my pocket for Game […]
by Greg Prince on 2 October 2007 10:13 am
Before any of us could have known what the last day of this season would represent for all time, it was just going to be the last day of the season. I like to go to the last day of the season, probably even more than the first day of the season, though I like […]
by Greg Prince on 2 October 2007 5:07 am
Did you know the National League season just ended like half-an-hour ago? Yes, that was the Rockies and Padres pre-empting Family Guy on TBS. And it was quite a game.
Didn't watch every pitch of it (Stephanie was shocked that I wanted to watch any of it after my nonstop despondency since 4:30 PM Sunday), but […]
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2007 11:46 pm
Obviously, I retract every remotely positive thing I ever said about Tom Glavine. Fucking Brave can go fuck himself straight back to Fucklanta.
Obviously, I retract every remotely positive thing I ever said about Jose Reyes. When you go to winter ball, work on hitting the ball on a line and don’t be chummy with Miguel […]
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