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ABOUT US
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 6 April 2010 10:28 pm
Weather.com says the high in Zip Code 11368 today was 74 degrees. What a waste of temperature.
I get why there’s a blank spot on the schedule between the first home game and the second home game, but nevertheless, Safety Day is a terrible way to follow up Opening Day, particularly an Opening Day as sweetly […]
by Jason Fry on 5 April 2010 11:51 pm
Every year I swear I’m done with seeing Opening Day live — it’s generally miserable weather and I’m so wired that the wisest thing is for me to work out my neuroses sitting at the computer and on the couch. But every year I hear the siren call: The Mets are back, doing their jobs […]
by Greg Prince on 5 April 2010 9:04 am
That sound you hear is untold millions of mild-mannered citizens rushing into proverbial phone booths (good luck finding a phone booth) and emerging cloaked in their true identities as…
METS FANS!
Slower than the 7 local…
More gullible than a herd of puppies…
Able to to be sated by the coming of Opening Day…
Yes, we’re putting on our blue […]
by Greg Prince on 4 April 2010 3:55 pm
I have seen the past, and its name is the Mets Hall of Fame & Museum.
To all who thought the Mets loathed their own history, their self-hatred has come to a merciful end. To all who thought the Mets didn’t listen to their customers, their hearing tests came back with belated flying colors. To all […]
by Greg Prince on 4 April 2010 4:50 am
I wish I could remember the young man’s name. I remember his age, 15. I met him last summer on an Amazin’ Tuesday at Two Boots. Big Mets fan, big fan of the blog, he said. Within a few minutes of introducing himself, he was excitedly explaining to me why the Mets would be in […]
by Jason Fry on 3 April 2010 12:45 pm
This falls under the heading of Things I’d Dearly Like to Be Proved Wrong About, but I suspect the dominant storyline of the 2010 Mets will be how long it takes even the most optimistic among us to concede that the team isn’t going anywhere.
Imagine I could erase all memory of 2009 baseball from your […]
by Greg Prince on 2 April 2010 7:38 pm
Welcome to Flashback Friday: Take Me Out to 34 Ballparks, a celebration, critique and countdown of every major league ballpark one baseball fan has been fortunate enough to visit in a lifetime of going to ballgames.
BALLPARK: RFK Stadium
HOME TEAM: Washington Nationals
VISITS: 1
VISITED: April 29, 2005
CHRONOLOGY: 29th of 34
RANKING: 30th of 34
I’m grading on a curve […]
by Jason Fry on 2 April 2010 2:21 pm
Let’s get this out of the way: Emma Span is a Yankee fan. This means that even though she seems like a very nice person (we’ve drunk beers together and spent an enjoyable subway ride talking baseball, sportswriting and book publishing), I wonder if I could really trust her in a foxhole, and fear that […]
by Greg Prince on 1 April 2010 9:42 am
The truth is this season’s beginning does not loom promisingly. Daniel Murphy starts the season on the DL, which we were not expecting. Jose Reyes starts the season on the DL, which we were expecting but were also beginning to believe was just a bad dream. Carlos Beltran will spend at least a month on […]
by Greg Prince on 30 March 2010 3:24 pm
It seems Kiko Calero and I shared a stadium twice last season, two games in late May when he pitched and I watched, yet I must confess I have zero recollection of him. It was too late in the action to be up and cruising for Daruma, hence all I can think is I was […]
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