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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 15 August 2006 8:47 am
You already know Monday night in Philadelphia was a bad dream. Monday morning in my subconscious was just a weird dream. In lieu of anything remotely pleasant to talk about from Monday night, thought I’d let you know about what I dreamt Monday morning.
This isn’t a bit. I really had this dream.
Stephanie and I, after […]
by Greg Prince on 14 August 2006 1:17 am
In the past ten games, dating back to the finale in Miami on August 3, the five Mets starting pitchers have thrown 63 innings and given up 21 earned runs. That's an ERA of exactly 3.00.
That's not bad. That's not bad at all.
I guess we can now officially slide our floating anxiety anvil from above […]
by Greg Prince on 13 August 2006 6:44 am
Friday night, the whole division gained ground on the Mets. Saturday night, the Mets snatched that ground right back from under them. With a New York win over Washington and losses by Philadelphia, Florida and Atlanta, the Mets' magic number was reduced to increasingly inevitable.
John Maine's pet gopher, out to lunch since his doubleheader start […]
by Greg Prince on 13 August 2006 5:01 am
One of those with whom I shared Mike Piazza’s return to Shea was my friend the “Other” Jason. Photography runs in his family — his father, we’ve deduced, almost certainly printed the original shot of New York centerfield royalty convening in Queens on Old Timers Day 1977, the meeting that inspired Terry Cashman to compose “Willie, Mickey […]
by Greg Prince on 12 August 2006 11:56 am
We usually trot out this reminder early in the season when we're still adjusting our ballological clocks to the idea that we won't go 162-0, but the bromide is true anytime: You're gonna win a third of your games, you're gonna lose a third of your games and what you do in the other third […]
by Greg Prince on 11 August 2006 5:43 pm
Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.
Twenty years, 43 Fridays. This is one of them.
If you’re reading this and you like reading this and you’ve liked reading anything I’ve written about baseball, thank Carlos, or as his friends call him, Chuck.
I […]
by Greg Prince on 10 August 2006 10:44 pm
If we're up like 11-3 and he can't hurt us, I wouldn't mind seeing Marlon Anderson hit one out this weekend in Washington.
Only kidding.
Those dispensations are rare. I liked Marlon a whole bunch when he was here, but I liked a lot of Mets a whole bunch when they were here. Yet you can count […]
by Greg Prince on 9 August 2006 5:03 pm
The most telling sign of Mike Piazza's status upon his return to Shea Stadium was the graphic posted on DiamondVision in advance of the sparkling “In My Life” video tribute. There was a circular icon with a 31 in the middle. The numbers were blue, the trim was orange, the numerals were adorned with pleasing […]
by Greg Prince on 9 August 2006 6:07 am
Quick, who is your all-time favorite San Diego Padre?
It's a trick question because you can't choose Mike Piazza. Mike Piazza isn't a San Diego Padre.
If he were, why would have I heard myself say quietly and routinely, “c'mon Mike,” as he worked the count against Steve Trachsel in the top of the second? It was […]
by Greg Prince on 8 August 2006 4:06 am
For about a year, it was my pleasure to be associated with an enterprise called Gotham Baseball. The following is adapted from an article I wrote for the Winter 2006 issue of its print edition.
The game stops. Of course it does. The top of the seventh is over. This is when we stand, when we […]
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