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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 14 April 2005 5:26 pm
Jose Reyes speaks English way better than I’ll ever string together any of the eight sentences I learned in junior high and high school Spanish. He can answer any question any American reporter throws at him without pausing and the answer always makes sense.
Ask me anything in Spanish and I will tell you the same […]
by Greg Prince on 13 April 2005 6:52 pm
When I was a kid, I liked chocolate ice cream. Because I liked chocolate ice cream, I was, as a matter of principle, against vanilla ice cream. Oh, vanilla ice cream was good, but giving it any credit would somehow take away from chocolate's status. As time went by, I found myself increasingly preferring vanilla […]
by Greg Prince on 12 April 2005 7:01 pm
According to the 1964 Mets yearbook, spectators at brand new William A. Shea Stadium may reach their seats by 21 escalators, designed to carry 56,000 persons an hour.
Those were the days.
With a night to sleep on the glorious Home Opener — the eighth I’ve been to and the eighth we’ve won, so no complaints, not […]
by Greg Prince on 11 April 2005 4:06 pm
During one of the many, many godforsaken Jets seasons in which I’ve entangled myself while waiting for baseball to return, I recall they lost four of their first six games after spending prodigiously to produce a more favorable ratio. One of their Hessians insisted they were much better than their record indicated, that they were, […]
by Greg Prince on 10 April 2005 11:52 am
Ol' Case had a pitcher named Karma at Worcester, his first managerial
posting, in 1926. Karma went through the order once but never again.
Turned out what would go around didn't come around. So much for Karma,
Stengel said.
So much for this pitching staff, too. Mr. Martinez notwithstanding,
it's enough to make one long for the days of Astacio, […]
by Greg Prince on 9 April 2005 9:47 pm
I am not going to speak of any other sport. I am not here to argue about other sports. I am in the baseball business. I started in professional ball in 1910. I have been in professional ball, I would say, for ninety-five years. I have been employed by numerous ball clubs in the majors […]
by Greg Prince on 8 April 2005 1:04 pm
If it really is 1964 all over again — Texan in the White House, a single artist dominating the pop charts, Mets getting their suck on early — I have one question:Where's our new stadium?Oh, it ain't 1964. Dubya's no LBJ. 50 Cent's no Beatles. And Carlos Beltran could buy, sell and outhit the third-year […]
by Greg Prince on 7 April 2005 12:30 pm
“Wow, this is a really good sandwich. Who wants to ask me about it?”Willie, what's the deal with the double-switch?
“The Double-Switch Deal? You mean how when you come in to your local Subway and you get twice the meat and twice the cheese at half the price? Yeah, what a deal!”No Willie, we're talking about […]
by Greg Prince on 6 April 2005 4:29 pm
With 161 games remaining, our once-beaten closer has two choices:* Getting bogged down in his mistake* Climbing back on his proverbial bikeYes, it's BONER OR PEDAL for BRADEN LOOPER.
(That's all of them, I promise.)I'll bet there were some equally stupid things written about the Opener. I'll have to bet because I refused to read any […]
by Greg Prince on 5 April 2005 12:10 pm
When ninth-inning do-or-die situations arise this season, I hope
Braden Looper is up for them. He was the most dependable Met all of
last year and yet I still don’t quite trust him — maybe he was waiting
for this year to start blowing games in earnest because he knew doing
so last year would be a waste of […]
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