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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 February 2007 3:13 am
Oliver Perez is taking the ball against Detroit Wednesday, starting in consecutive games or going on 132 days’ rest, depending on how you choose to view this terribly overdue Mets-Tigers matchup. Either way, our boys will be lacing up spikes that are not — no matter how much elbow grease the clubhouse staff has put […]
by Greg Prince on 26 February 2007 8:24 pm
Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.
MapQuest pegs the distance from 3 Court House Drive in Central Islip to 123-01 Roosevelt Avenue in Flushing at approximately 40 miles, depending on your route of preference.
Too close for my tastes. And way too far.
If one of your all-time favorite baseball players flashes […]
by Greg Prince on 26 February 2007 9:05 am
The Academy would like to take a moment to remember those Mets who have left us in the past year…
Jeremi Gonzalez, 2006
I won’t say “and that was that,” because didn’t Jeremi Gonzalez settle down in the second on Friday only to implode in the third?
—May 25, 2006
Bartolome Fortunato, 2004; 2006
Do you have a category for […]
by Greg Prince on 23 February 2007 9:08 am
If it’s the final Friday of the month, then it’s the second installment of the special Top 10 Songs of All-Time edition of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.
The Mets of Rick Cerone and Wally Whitehurst and Mark Carreon and the second coming of Hubie Brooks and the arrival of wildly miscast Vince […]
by Greg Prince on 22 February 2007 2:45 pm
So Jimmy Rollins says the Phillies are the team to beat in the National League East. As he should. He’s on the Phillies. He should exude confidence in February. If Fred Wilpon took grief three years ago for setting “meaningful games in September” as a goal (a reasonable one, I thought, coming off a most […]
by Greg Prince on 20 February 2007 9:04 pm
There are two topics with which I try not to overly concern myself in the course of a baseball season: many damn things written about the Mets by what we’ll call the non-fan media and every damn thing I hear about the Yankees whether I want to or not.
But it is Spring Training, the time […]
by Greg Prince on 18 February 2007 2:58 pm
Gleemonex makes it feel like it’s 72 degrees in your head…all the time.
—Advertising slogan for the orange pill purported to chase your depression away in Kids in the Hall: Brain Candy
Spring Training’s a placebo. There’s no active ingredient in it that should have any tangible effect on your well-being. Yet it does the trick every […]
by Greg Prince on 16 February 2007 1:42 pm
If you can’t start one season without restarting a previous season, then, it must be Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.
The consensus this winter — an entity at its ignominious end this morning no matter what the blasted thermometer says — has been that the Mets haven’t done quite enough. We started with […]
by Greg Prince on 15 February 2007 11:06 pm
The 365th day of the second year of Faith and Fear in Flushing is nearing completion. Tomorrow we, like Reyes to Valentin to Delgado, turn two.
We includes you, gentle reader. The comments you post, the e-mails you send and the vibes you put out have convinced me that what we’ve got here is far more […]
by Greg Prince on 14 February 2007 12:36 pm
We had just gotten engaged. Or can’t you tell?
It was September 25, 1989. Stephanie and I were headed to Shea. On a chilly Flushing evening, the Mets would eliminate themselves mathematically and I would require sit-and-sulk time, just enough to turn our stroll back to the LIRR into a brisk trot.
And she married me anyway.
Had […]
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