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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 April 2007 1:46 am
The wind chill was punishing. The men’s room line was eternal. The reconfigured commutation hub was a headscratcher. The manager’s decision to allow his shakiest reliever to face the opponent’s most dangerous slugger with an open base and two out was curious.
But all that goes in the “never mind that right now” file thanks to […]
by Greg Prince on 9 April 2007 8:24 am
You prefer express but you’ll take any train that advertises its destination with such specificity.
Sadly, this 7 was idling at the Transit Museum in Brooklyn last fall. They need to put these Shea specials back into service at once.
by Greg Prince on 9 April 2007 8:19 am
If you’re anything like me, you’re starting Your Day of Days.
You’re going to the Home Opener!
You weren’t counting on it, and you were fine without it, but somebody stepped forward from out of the blue and orange to be your eleventh-hour angel and what the hell? It’s Your Day of Days.
You’re waking up with minimal […]
by Greg Prince on 8 April 2007 11:10 pm
The “161-1” winks are no longer valid. And I'd forget the 160-2 scenario based on precedent.
El Duque was outdueled by El Davies, El Andruw was his old octopus self and the inbred Braves foiled the Mets' bid to never, ever fall out of first place again. We seemed to have taken up permanent residence there […]
by Greg Prince on 8 April 2007 6:53 pm
Yesterday was the first game of the year in which the throw pillows on the couch lived up to their name. With that game-tying line drive intercepted just shy of the end zone (Georgia being SEC country), I threw a pillow clear across the living room.
With that, the 2007 season became real. The f-word that’s […]
by Greg Prince on 7 April 2007 6:39 pm
These last couple of years the trademark of the Atlanta Braves has been a preponderance of young, homegrown players who were born and bred in Georgia: Jeff Francoeur, Brian McCann, Chuck James, Macay McBride, Kyle Davies.
Think maybe the inbreeding has caught up with them?
The family elders — Cox, Smoltz and those dirty Jones boys — […]
by Greg Prince on 6 April 2007 9:17 pm
When their 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 Mets edition of Flashback Friday.
Ten years, seven Fridays. This is one of them.
If these Julio Franco times, when ballplayer age is such an elastic yardstick, could […]
by Greg Prince on 5 April 2007 10:50 pm
If it weren't for who was sweeping them, I'd be overjoyed that the Phillies just got beaten three straight.
Since it was against the Braves, I'll settle for joyed.
Three games. Just three games. Chuck Dressen insisted the Giants was dead in 1951 after many more games and he was revealed quite incorrect in his assessment. But […]
by Greg Prince on 5 April 2007 4:00 am
Mr. Met has skewered himself a Cardinal. Dig in everybody!
Roasting of Redbird courtesy of Zed Duck Studios…so much for birds of a feather.
by Greg Prince on 5 April 2007 3:18 am
My hair may be in need of a trim, but I can think of some birds whose wings have definitely been clipped.
Goodbye 2006 World Champion Cardinals. Goodbye Busch Stadium and your lights that blind only the home team's outfielders. Goodbye Stan The Man and Scott Spiezio's dad and the chick with the earmuffs. Goodbye to […]
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