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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 13 May 2006 12:36 am
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.
Harking back to Spring Training 2006, the regular reader may recall one of my intermittent fits of panic regarding our team and my ability to relate to […]
by Greg Prince on 11 May 2006 11:57 pm
Behold the blowout! The mighty aberration! My team is kicking your team’s ass like there’s no tomorrow. You don’t want there to be a tomorrow because it is obvious that your team can never hope to compete with my team, because my team is blowing your team…OUT!
Perspective is pummeled in a blowout. I can’t see […]
by Greg Prince on 10 May 2006 10:23 pm
And at least there's something that makes it OK: We get another one tomorrow.
The smoke shooting out of my ears when Heilman threw that ball away cleared sometime this morning. Your promise that another Mets-Phillies game would eventually arrive didn't make me feel any better, but since there's nothing I can do about last night, […]
by Greg Prince on 9 May 2006 2:36 pm
Faster than a speeding Rollins…more powerful than a Bobby Abreu…able to leap Citizens Bank Park in a single bound.
Look, up in the sky! Or down the Turnpike!
It’s a mascot!
It’s a cranial mishap!
No, it’s Mr. Met feeling positively SUPER these days.
And why shouldn’t he be? Bolstered by a four-game lead, a .677 winning percentage and the long […]
by Greg Prince on 9 May 2006 12:57 pm
Deep breath.
Coming next, nine games on the road: Philadelphia, Milwaukee, St. Louis.
Another deep breath.
After that, home: the Skanks, the Phils.
Fifteen games that won't make or break the season — we are 21-10, none of those opponents is looking forward to hosting or visiting us — but a real, extended test of what we are and […]
by Greg Prince on 8 May 2006 10:43 pm
Saw a dude at Shea yesterday sport a plain white t-shirt on whose front was drawn a clock. On the back, he or somebody assisting him scrawled LIMA TIME!
I wonder at what point in the afternoon he decided he’d ruined a perfectly good undergarment.
That Lima’s a pistol, all right. His right arm may never genuinely […]
by Greg Prince on 7 May 2006 11:04 am
It was the elbow, all right.
His teammates knew, his manager didn't. Once again, when you want to feel empathy for Victor Zambrano — and he deserves it, based on Michael Morrissey's account in the Post — you're at a loss. You credit him with sucking it up and pitching better than he ever has as […]
by Greg Prince on 7 May 2006 2:04 am
I take my 0-2 record to Shea Sunday afternoon for the finale versus the Braves. I know better than to scream SWEEP or go CHOP but I gotta tell ya: I know a little less better all the time.
The Braves is dead? Oh, let’s not get ahead of ourselves even if we’re nine ahead of […]
by Greg Prince on 7 May 2006 12:57 am
Willie Mays is 75 years old today. A diamond birthday for the king of the diamond. Perfect.
Willie Mays isn’t an old man, however. He’s Willie Mays. He was still young when he was at the end of the trail when we got him. How could he be old now?
What’s that? Fell down in centerfield, hit […]
by Greg Prince on 6 May 2006 10:55 am
Oh, Doctor! A 98-yard triple-reverse ties the score at 63-63! We have seen nothing but razzle-dazzle here today, three visits from Morganna the Kissing Bandit and the surprising return of Jim Brown!
Yeah, it was something like that.
To be fair, I didn't find myself asking myself, “Could this be the best day of my life?” Not […]
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