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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 30 September 2005 7:43 pm
Due to the length of our season, the story of 2000 is presented in three parts. Part I appeared in a previous post.
Life would get no better if the Braves and Yankees continued to lurk. Lurk they did and down they could bring us. At the end of June and the beginning of July we […]
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2005 7:39 pm
Due to the length of our season, the story of 2000 is presented in three parts. This is the exciting conclusion. Parts I and II appeared in previous posts.
In 1904, John McGraw, a baseball visionary if ever one lived, refused to play the World Series. There was no rule saying he had to and he […]
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2005 2:25 am
It's Tom Glavine's chaining day. He's in. He's part of the family.
You don't have to love everybody in your family like he's your nephew David or your brother Mike. But you have to accept those who are your relations. At long last, three years in, I totally and fully recognize that Cousin Tom is a […]
by Greg Prince on 29 September 2005 9:07 am
You know when you go out west how they say, don't miss the Grand Canyon, it's one of the few things in life that when you see it, it doesn't disappoint?
—Toby Ziegler, The West Wing
This is it, huh? This is the last series in which we'll see Mike Piazza actively participating in a Mets uniform. […]
by Greg Prince on 28 September 2005 7:09 pm
Is 9-2 now comparable to 2-8 then? Like you said, math is hard. Especially when it eliminates you.
Didn’t really believe the resurrection scenario was going to happen, but it was fun to imagine the unimaginable. If it had gotten any more serious, it might have been a little too much on the ol’ nervous system […]
by Greg Prince on 27 September 2005 8:10 am
Oh won't you staaay-aaay-aaayve off elimination just a little bit longer?
As the National Repository of Every Little Detail of the Otherwise Forgotten and Criminally Undervalued 1997 Season, of course I recall that the Mets were smacked awake from their first sweet Wild Card dream in a span of five games, all losses, in mid-September. After […]
by Greg Prince on 25 September 2005 6:55 am
There's two ways to look at the Mets' winning come lately:
1) After their season- and soul-crushing 3-15 skid, they've revived themselves nicely to win six of their last eight, most recently Saturday night's triumph at the Federal Baseball Penitentiary in Washington.
2) They've lost 17 of their last 26 and no amount of wins over teams […]
by Greg Prince on 23 September 2005 10:07 pm
The year was 1995. I was 32.
But after a while, who’s counting? Seriously, you get to a stage in life where you have to stop and think when you’re asked how old you are if you’re asked at all. For that matter, sometimes you’re not sure what year it is. One just blends into the […]
by Greg Prince on 23 September 2005 10:04 pm
This is the exciting conclusion of 1995. Part I appears in a previous post.
There was one week remaining in the season and I had a ticket for one more game. Actually, I had eight tickets. In ’93, I had the bright idea to lead the magazine on an outing to Shea. It went over so […]
by Greg Prince on 23 September 2005 6:20 am
Never mind the duel that never quite developed or that Dontrelle Willis pitched splendidly, batted seventh and probably dragged the infield or that we lost. Thursday night wasn't about that.
This is what it was about.
Carlos Beltran comes to bat in the bottom of the fourth with one out and the score tied. The boos commence. […]
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