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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 3 July 2006 3:14 pm
At the risk of being irritatingly positive when raging negativity is richly deserved, we are, somehow, the foundation of the National League All-Star Team. Before 10:00 last night, that seemed really great.
Usually I feel like a chump for paying attention to the All-Star process. It seems like something I should have gotten over 30 years […]
by Greg Prince on 3 July 2006 3:33 am
Tell your sabermetrics to shut up. If you show me any statfangled data that indicate Heath Bell is a heckuva pitcher just waiting to blossom, I will look away. Because if I don’t, I will grab them and shred them. And that would be rude.
I don’t care what Heath Bell did in Norfolk two summers […]
by Greg Prince on 2 July 2006 8:26 pm
If your eye wanders down and to the left a little, you'll notice we've realigned some of our links, most notably the seating chart for BLOG PARK @ FAFIF YARDS (formerly The New Breed). You'll find a lot of good and great Mets bloggers in the house on every level. There's one site you have […]
by Greg Prince on 1 July 2006 11:10 pm
Saturday’s win over the Yankees was the Mets’ first victory since they subjected Lastings Milledge and Alay Soler to their rookie hazing in Toronto. So giddy were they at snapping their intervening four-game losing streak that the Mets’ vets couldn’t help themselves. They had to haze again.
Lastings is back in Norfolk and Alay pitches Sunday night, […]
by Greg Prince on 1 July 2006 10:43 pm
Yes, I finally agree with all the naysayers and killjoys. The Subway Series is boring. Take today's ho-hummer for example.
Just another 8-3 win over some run-of-the-mill opponent from wherever.
Just another well-supported Steve Trachsel victory, his fifth in a row. He says he's fine despite the talk about his groin; I'd prefer not to talk about […]
by Greg Prince on 30 June 2006 2:50 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.
It’s a sportscast from just about any night in 1986. Let’s join it in progress.
Carter scores, Strawberry scores, Knight winds up on second with a double. […]
by Greg Prince on 30 June 2006 5:53 am
Are we out? Everybody make it onto the bus? Left Massachusetts airspace? Good.
KA-BOOM!!!
The Red Sox are an awesome team. They remind me of us from a couple of weeks ago, maybe more so. They outpitched us, they outhit us, they Crisply outcaught us and they surely outplayed us. If that's the third-best team in the […]
by Greg Prince on 29 June 2006 6:26 am
The next best thing to nine Mets converging on a pitcher’s mound near us four times this fall would be for nine Mets to go to Pittsburgh and secure home-field advantage for the National League in the World Series. Even if we don’t get to use it, it’s the neighborly thing to do.
But the idea […]
by Greg Prince on 29 June 2006 5:40 am
That does it. I officially hate Fenway Park. Throw it on the trash heap, right on top of the charms of Wrigley Field, the geniuses Cox & Schuerholz, the admirable Dodger tradition, those rabidly loyal Cardinal rooters and every goddamn thing about the New York Fucking Yankees.
You want lyric, little bandbox crap? Go somewhere else. […]
by Greg Prince on 28 June 2006 11:51 am
Never mind the wacky getups they were mandated to wear on Sunday. The Red Sox order and the Fenway sky presented the real rites of rookie passage into the big league fraternity Tuesday night. Alay Soler and Lastings Milledge came out of that game shaking like paddled freshmen. Of course, few of the Mets played […]
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