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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 16 June 2005 3:58 am
“Greg, come in. How are you doing this week?”
“Well, doctor, I’ve been having some issues.”
“I see. I know mid-June is always stressful for you. Is it that it’s June 15 and you’re having flashbacks to the Wednesday Night Massacre? You know, Greg, that was 28 years ago and obsessing on it isn’t going to bring […]
by Greg Prince on 14 June 2005 2:20 pm
When Fantasy Park at Delusional Place is finally built, I imagine the Mets will copy what the Phillies did and what the Cardinals are doing by having somebody reasonably appropriate go out to right field and remove a number from the wall to count down how many games remain at Shea in its final season. […]
by Greg Prince on 13 June 2005 12:38 am
You and I haven’t gone to enough games together this year. The next time we do we have to make sure we finally see him.
Win or lose, he’s the main attraction. The big draw. The reason so many people look forward to going to Mets games lately. It may be the trendy thing to do, […]
by Greg Prince on 12 June 2005 7:17 am
It’s Cliff Floyd’s world. We’re just living in it.
Our left fielder, our cleanup hitter, our heart, our soul, our leader, our de facto captain, our barometer of what’s what, our very own Monsta took care of business that desperately needed attending to Saturday night.
Cliff Floyd is in business…business of kicking Brendan Donnelly’s ass. And let […]
by Greg Prince on 11 June 2005 4:21 pm
After an evening in the presence of what had been my nominal favorite American League team, I can confidently state that I hate the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim as much as any garden-variety National League or Interleague opponent. Go back to where you came from if you can figure out where that is. And […]
by Greg Prince on 10 June 2005 5:53 am
Here comes the problem with Interleague play. We're going against a team I like.
Don't get me wrong. I still want to beat the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim three straight. That is not in doubt. There is no conflict of interest here. When we last played them, out there in 2003, they weren't eight months […]
by Greg Prince on 9 June 2005 6:31 am
To quote Chris Rock: “They say life is short. No it's not. Life is long.” The season is long, too. Getting worked up over 21 LOBs over two nights of a 162-game season probably isn't worth the toll it takes on one's blood pressure.
But over the last two nights, the Mets have scored four runs…and […]
by Greg Prince on 8 June 2005 6:42 pm
It will be a big deal when it happens. Of course it will be. I could tell that by they way my heart had lodged itself in my throat by the seventh.
But sometimes I wonder why a pitcher winning a complete game in which he happens to allow nobody to record a base hit is […]
by Greg Prince on 7 June 2005 5:06 pm
With no Mets game Monday night, and the season premiere of Six Feet Under filling only an hour, I needed something else to watch. I flipped and I flipped and I flipped some more. Nothing on, not really. Until…
WHOA! Look at that! That's hot!
I don't remember ordering the Spice Channel.
Of course it wasn't porn. It […]
by Greg Prince on 6 June 2005 4:09 am
All right! Huge win! Wow! After all that baseball and all those runs, that must mean we're…
…right where we started when Sunday began.
How boring. If we had swept the Giants, we would've moved into a first-place tie. If we had been swept (heaven forefend), we would've dropped to last. And if we didn't beat the […]
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