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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 5 July 2005 7:05 am
About half an hour ago, The Mets beat the Braves 16-13 in the 19th inning. We got 28 hits. Tom Gorman gave up two two-strike, two-out game-tying home runs. Keith hit for the cycle. Ray Knight, who stranded 10 men, drove in the winning run. HoJo hit a 13th-inning homer and Ray Knight hugged him. […]
by Greg Prince on 4 July 2005 8:17 am
It's that time again. No, not time to flail helplessly against Livan Hernandez, Chad Cordero and the powerhouse National pitching staff that is poised to bury us 14 games deep into last place. It's time for yet another installment of the Faith and Fear Short-Season Awards.
For those of you just tuning in, at the end […]
by Greg Prince on 3 July 2005 5:01 am
I'm tellin' ya, fellas, it'll be easy. They'll never even know we're not tryin'. Here's everybody's assignments.
Kris: We're gonna getcha a lead. Not too much a lead. First we'll have one'a those innings this team always has. Ya know, make a coupla outs, then get some guys on and then when it's time ta turn […]
by Greg Prince on 2 July 2005 8:25 am
They're one person, I've decided. It's just easier that way. Charlon Woonderson is the best darn IF/OF/PH we've had since I don't know when. Wearing No. 184 (or sometimes 418), he comes in wherever and whenever required and gets the job done.
• Need to get a guy on? Woonderson!
• Need someone to drive him in? […]
by Greg Prince on 30 June 2005 8:20 pm
Because the ninth belongs to us…
Hey, Braden Looper isn't permanently damaged by his world-ending implosion Sunday night. All saves aren't created equal, but all saves have their place in the course of a season, and it's good to see Loop ain't dead yet.
Maybe we are, maybe we aren't, but there was fun today. Pedro as […]
by Greg Prince on 30 June 2005 7:48 pm
In the bottom of the second, with Mike Piazza at bat, Phillies' catcher Todd Pratt didn't like Alfonso Marquez calling a ball on what Tank was sure was strike three. An instant after expressing his displeasure, he was ejected.
“Todd Pratt,” judged Fran Healy, “must've said the magic words.”
Shoot, take the magic words out of Todd […]
by Greg Prince on 30 June 2005 8:34 am
“Oh, face the facts, ducks. The chances of us getting out of here are a million to one.”
“Then there’s still a chance.”
–Exchange between Bunty and Ginger in Chicken Run, release date, late June 2000
As I watched Wednesday night’s contest become no contest — recurrent rain, empty citrus seats, yawning run gap, stifling opposing pitching […]
by Greg Prince on 28 June 2005 9:37 pm
It's never mentioned as meriting inclusion amid the subterranean pantheon of terrible Mets trades. It may not be down there with Otis for Foy or Ryan for Fregosi let alone Scott for Heep or Brogna for Borland & Jordan or Isringhausen for Taylor or Bay for Steve Reed or Cone for Kent & Thompson or […]
by Greg Prince on 27 June 2005 8:01 pm
Yes and no, I saw it coming. Yes because one is conditioned to expect the worst particularly where these contests are concerned. No because a three-run lead is a three-run lead in the seventh and a two-game winning streak over the team you're playing should be a more immediate indicator of your fortunes than all […]
by Greg Prince on 26 June 2005 8:26 am
All my life I’ve been searching for somethin’
Somethin’ never comes, never leads to nothin’
Nothin’ satisfies, but I’m gettin’ close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
So that’s what it feels like to win a series at Yankee Stadium.
Took us long enough.
Here’s the rational way to look at this: We’re hitting and doing all […]
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