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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 30 August 2007 2:00 pm
This week's sign of the apocalypse: The Mets have to win a game.
If the Mets don't win this afternoon, they will have been swept by their closest pursuers. They will still be in first, they will lead the Phillies by two games and they will enter September no worse than ahead of the pack. But […]
by Greg Prince on 30 August 2007 7:37 am
“He touched the bag!”
“He interfered!”
“He touched the bag!”
“He interfered!”
“Well I say he’s safe!”
“Well I say he’s out!”
“He’s safe!”
“He’s out!”
“He’s safe!”
“He’s out!”
“Have it your way, Doc. He’s out.”
“Oh no ya don’t. He’s safe! Game’s tied 3-3.”
If only it worked that way in real life. Though I do think Joe West and C.B. Bucknor are, along the […]
by Greg Prince on 29 August 2007 10:19 pm
Perceptions are tough to shake. For example, last month in San Diego it was noted that Jose Reyes and David Wright had paired to become the Mets' all-time leaders in starting together at short and third with 395 such games in the lineup since 2004. My first thought was “somebody keeps track of that?” My […]
by Greg Prince on 29 August 2007 2:34 am
Gosh, didn't see that coming.
To borrow an observation from last week's Mad Men, watching Guillermo Mota set down the Phillies 1-2-3 in the ninth was like watching a dog play the piano. It was very impressive. And you knew he was highly unlikely to do it again.
Mets aren't hitting anymore, are they? For a while […]
by Greg Prince on 29 August 2007 1:32 am
How does Armando Benitez continue to stay employed as a relief pitcher?
It may not matter in the long term as in the race at hand. It may not even matter in the short term for tonight. But how does a manager, in this case Fredi Gonzalez, use Armando Benitez in any kind of competitive baseball […]
by Greg Prince on 28 August 2007 2:00 pm
It should be hard. I like that it's hard.
—Matt Kelley to Toby Ziegler, “Twenty Hours in America,” The West Wing
The brand spankin' new vibe around the Mets after months of stick-in-the-muddiness is because their lead quietly ballooned to seven satisfying games over the weekend, the race is over and won. I've seen columns that have […]
by Greg Prince on 26 August 2007 4:00 pm
I’m still trying to get the soot out of my fingernails from having forcefully thrown Carlos Delgado under the bus when I discovered he was in the lineup Saturday. Not only did I want him to sit, I wanted him to pack for 2008…though the fact that I’m already sorting through next year’s lineup and […]
by Greg Prince on 25 August 2007 4:00 pm
Eighteen home games remain in the 2007 season. Eighty-one home games can be assumed (barring weather, wildcat strikes, goodness only knows what) for 2008. And then that's it for regularly scheduled baseball at Shea Stadium.
There are 99 games left in the life of the ballpark that was born in 1964 and is slated to die […]
by Greg Prince on 24 August 2007 5:28 pm
If you still haven’t quite gotten all the bubble gum dust off your fingers, then it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.
I stopped collecting baseball cards a long time ago. But I never stopped accumulating them.
That’s what I have, an accumulation. They have gathered. They have piled up. They have snaked their way […]
by Greg Prince on 24 August 2007 5:26 pm
It took ’til the end of summer, but I got a Seaver in 1972. I was so proud that I apparently tacked it to my bulletin board with at least five different pushpins.
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