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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 29 May 2005 7:39 am
Around 5:40 Saturday evening, you may have thought you heard some serious thunder over the New York area. But it wasn’t thunder. It was Bernie the Cat getting settled into his new surroundings Up There. Way Up There. I know it was him. I know what my boy sounds like. I know what kind of […]
by Greg Prince on 29 May 2005 6:22 am
Spencer swings and squibs. The ball travels 35 feet down the first base line. Sturtze grabs it unsurely and flings it over Posada’s head. Matsui, who isn’t as fast as everybody says, finally crosses the plate. Mets win 10-9. Yankees lose 10-9. And all at once, the new place is christened. The co-op is truly […]
by Greg Prince on 27 May 2005 8:58 am
The No. 11 Greatest Met of the First Forty Years somehow disappeared from the entry that was originally posted March 30. So did half of the No. 12 Greatest Met. Don't know why it happened, but for all the Greatest Mets completists out there, we reoffer the full rundown of Nos. 20 through 11.
20. John […]
by Greg Prince on 27 May 2005 8:29 am
Welcome back to these parts. And thanks for bringing home whatever victory dust they were selling on the coast. We needed all the help we could get.
Leave Rusty alone, man. Let him go. You've gotten more Rusty than most people will ever have in a lifetime, though I understand that if you hang around the […]
by Greg Prince on 26 May 2005 7:03 am
There are 115 games of baseball straight ahead. Tell us that on a windy, wintry Wednesday afternoon and we'd sign up for them, right? If we were told that more than a thousand innings of baseball lie right in front of us, starting tonight and going on for five months and change, we wouldn't ask […]
by Greg Prince on 25 May 2005 6:55 am
ATLANTA (FAF) — The New York Mets continued to be mired in an endless morass against their archrivals, the Braves, [day that game was played], losing [final score] at Turner Field.
Tom Glavine was
_ his usual effective self in pinning another defeat on the Mets.
_ beaten badly yet again by his old team.
X pitching pretty well […]
by Greg Prince on 24 May 2005 8:20 am
A's for Atlanta
Where Coke makes its Fanta
And the Mets gift the Braves
As if they were Santa
B is for Beltran
He's not a well man
His quad's day-to-day, what can ya say?
He's probably got a good health plan
C is for Cameron
And a bat that's been hammerin'
Trotted to first, the count three and two
“W-W-What?” was what we were stammerin'
D's […]
by Greg Prince on 23 May 2005 7:53 pm
Note to our readers: Appropriately enough, technical difficulties took Faith and Fear in Flushing underground for the duration of the Subway Series. All posts relating to disaster and epiphany are now available for your scrolling, gleaning, perusing and absorption. We apologize for the protracted disappearance. The problem can be attributed to QuesTec; the poor condition […]
by Greg Prince on 22 May 2005 11:58 am
Dear Mom and Dad,
Hi and sorry it has been so long since I have written. The Major League schedule is pretty hectic and even within that context, it has been a very eventful week for your son the pitcher.
I speculate you may have heard by now something of my exploits here in the United States. […]
by Greg Prince on 21 May 2005 9:53 am
Victor Zambrano is slower than slow death. In fact, the slow death store called to tell Victor Zambrano that they're out of him.
It occurred to me Friday night that for just about every one of Vaporous Victor's starts this year, I've been busy doing something else — working, traveling, napping (especially napping) — and that […]
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