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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 12 July 2006 12:16 pm
To welcome back our friend and blolleague Metstradamus from his high seas adventure and save him one more day-after-vacation errand, we humbly present the Faith and Fear Hate List for July 12, 2006, All-Star Game Edition.
This homage became necessary because as the National League’s victoryless streak reached 10, I found myself really far more full […]
by Greg Prince on 11 July 2006 7:42 pm
When the National Leaguers take the field tonight in their previously futile quest for pride and home-field advantage, there will be a historic moment. David Wright will cross a foul line and position himself at third base as the first Met ever elected to man the hot corner in the Midsummer Classic.
Don’t think that’s significant? […]
by Greg Prince on 10 July 2006 7:30 pm
Sometimes a player does something when you're young and you make that player your go-to example for that thing. It doesn't matter that generation after generation passes and the people to whom you're offering him up as an example have no idea about whom you're talking. Doesn't matter to you, anyway. He represents the personification […]
by Greg Prince on 9 July 2006 10:52 pm
[CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP]
Wins: 53
Lead: 12
Magic Number: 63
David Wright: Only one.
And yes — he's priceless.
It takes a Metropolis to be as good as we've been throughout the first half, but sometimes you have to call on Superman to bail you of a pickle, especially one of your own making. Stuttery defense and […]
by Greg Prince on 9 July 2006 5:45 am
Jose Valentin is the Comeback Player of the Year, assuming he was ever this good before. Cliff Floyd's wakeup call couldn't have come at a better time; may his alarm stay on no worse than snooze through the break. John Maine is probably looking for something to mix with his Poland Spring. Carlos Delgado needs […]
by Greg Prince on 8 July 2006 6:22 am
Lima Culpa. He's worthless. Get him out of here. I don't just mean DFA'd, which he's been. Jose Lima can be of no help whatsoever as a pitcher in this organization. That spicy meatball he threw Dontrelle Willis with the bases loaded? I can't believe he hit the whole thing. Nice fella, Lima, but let […]
by Greg Prince on 7 July 2006 5:36 am
What were we even worried about? We can beat the worst team in the National League three in a row. And since everybody but us is pretty much the worst team in the National League, I think we can still project a 142-20 record. Well, on nights like this, it feels like it will be […]
by Greg Prince on 6 July 2006 7:18 am
Those commercials in which Tom Glavine and Duaner Sanchez awkwardly and unconvincingly invite us to Discover Queens must be rubbing off on the Mets. No longer mercenaries, they and their teammates are playing like genuine homeboys.
Take Wednesday night when the Mets (no doubt sufficiently loosened by the unifying presence of Jose Lima) plated five runs […]
by Greg Prince on 5 July 2006 10:06 pm
Having been granted my wish that Heath Bell be dismissed from the premises, I’ve been reminded to be careful what I wish for.
My reminder: Jose Lima has taken Heath Bell’s spot.
I really want to believe there’s nothing wrong with a second helping of Lima Time provided it is served by the thimbleful and at off […]
by Greg Prince on 4 July 2006 6:01 am
Blowouts that go against you figure to be dreary business. Rare that you can attend an 11-1 loss and come away thinking it was one of the weirdest nights you ever spent at Shea Stadium. Yet despite the lack of eventual intrigue in the final score, it was.
I imagine that somewhere in the decisive fifth […]
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