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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 22 September 2005 7:34 am
Dearly beloved, when Rupert here was a student at the Clifton High School, none of us — myself, his teachers, his classmates — dreamt that he would amount to a hill of beans. But we were wrong, and you, Rupert, you were right. And that’s why tonight, before the entire nation, we’d like to apologize […]
by Greg Prince on 21 September 2005 9:33 am
I spent Tuesday evening with some tremendous New York National League baseball fans. But I wasn't at Shea. Wasn't even watching the Mets. I had to pick up our game in transit and in fragments from the eighth inning on.
This was a night for New York Giants baseball and the quarterly (more or less) meeting […]
by Greg Prince on 20 September 2005 8:30 am
There's a reason football starts with an “f”. So do all the other sports as far as I'm concerned.
Don't get me wrong. I like football. In November, where it belongs. Get it the fuck out of September. October, too. Even if the Mets aren't in the post-season, baseball deserves October, not so much for the […]
by Greg Prince on 19 September 2005 8:27 am
The thing that never shows up in the boxscore or even The Log (10-7 on the season, likely clinching a winning record for the year; woo-hoo!) is how easily irritated I get at a Mets game. It has nothing to do with the outcome, which on Sunday was dandy, but rather the actions of those […]
by Greg Prince on 18 September 2005 9:57 pm
What I can’t get over in absorbing the news that Donn Clendenon has passed away is that the ’69 Mets have 70-year-old men.
The math is easy enough. Clendenon turned 34 a month after he was obtained from the Expos for four minor leaguers. 1969 was 36 years ago. Add 36 to 34 and you’ve got […]
by Greg Prince on 17 September 2005 4:24 am
I'm not in the habit of fondly quoting Dick Young, but when he learned that the 1980 Mets' highlight film, following a 67-95 record, was titled Getting Better All The Time, he asked if the people in charge of naming it were the same people who put out Pravda.
Yet things are getting better all the […]
by Greg Prince on 16 September 2005 9:11 am
The year was 1990. I was 27.
It was a year of transition.
I know, everybody says that about every year. It’s the kind of title NFL Films gives perpetually crappy teams for their highlight reels: Arizona Cardinals…A Year of Transition.
But it was. 1990 was unlike any year in the life.
It was the year I moved out […]
by Greg Prince on 16 September 2005 9:07 am
This is the exciting conclusion of 1990. Part I appears in a previous post.
We hung and we clung and still had a shot at the top rung as August wound down. The Mets went out and got the damn Tommy Herr for the stretch drive. A catcher named Charlie O’Brien, too (Mackey Sasser hadn’t been […]
by Greg Prince on 16 September 2005 6:32 am
Another chance to disapprove
Remember when our biggest problem was Victor Diaz taking an extra base with a 17-run lead? Me neither. It's 15 of 18 following Thursday's matinee performance. 15 of 18 what need not be specified. Like Oprah requires no last name (or Sondheim requires no first), our losing is that beloved a recognized […]
by Greg Prince on 15 September 2005 8:27 am
Your movie this week stars nobody and features nothing.
—Pearl Forrester, Mystery Science Theater 3000
The Mets are now little more than time chasers. I got to Shea at some point Wednesday night and some three hours later I left. I returned home from whence I started when it was over. Baseball was apparently played.
But I was […]
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