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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 2010 9:25 am
Two annual rituals of the baseball season cross paths in the middle of every Met June: the instinctive recollection of monumental trades that took place this time of year in years gone by and the reappearance, via clever scheduling nobody asked for, of former friends and foes who now wear American League garb. It seems […]
by Greg Prince on 8 April 2010 3:56 pm
After Sean Green — who elicited the first visceral couch-to-TV reaction of 2010: “Get Sean Green the fuck off my team!” — gave up the laser shot home run to Dan Uggla in the seventh, building the Marlin lead to 6-1, I filed Tuesday night’s game in that one third you’re going to lose, per […]
by Greg Prince on 21 February 2010 7:50 pm
In a post to Twitter, Rick Coutinho of ESPN Radio says RHP Sean Green has modified his delivery, and his sidearm motion is even more pronounced than it was last year.
—A leading indicator (via MetsBlog) that Spring Training is already too long
Anybody who was caught up in the peer pressure of seventh grade in the […]
by Greg Prince on 24 January 2010 7:29 pm
Many thanks to the Jets for four very fun weeks, dating back to the postgame press conference after the Atlanta game when Rex Ryan sighed that the team had fallen from playoff contention. As we’d learn, his math was premature and his charges were off on a strange and wonderful journey that found them beating […]
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2008 10:39 am
The last man to touch a baseball in a postseason game at Shea Stadium turns out to have been Adam Wainwright’s catcher, Yadier Molina. That’s really too bad, but really quite appropriate. Molina, you might recall, set the stage one half-inning earlier for everything bad that has happened to these Mets since he caught Called […]
by Greg Prince on 21 January 2008 4:51 am
Kudos to my friend Mark for putting the NFC championship into Met perspective for me:
I root for the Jets, but I’d have to imagine for a Giants fan, that was kind of like winning Game 7 of the 2006 NLCS.
Yeah, I thought, kind of. There was a definite twinge of life after death that followed […]
by Greg Prince on 28 February 2007 3:13 am
Oliver Perez is taking the ball against Detroit Wednesday, starting in consecutive games or going on 132 days’ rest, depending on how you choose to view this terribly overdue Mets-Tigers matchup. Either way, our boys will be lacing up spikes that are not — no matter how much elbow grease the clubhouse staff has put […]
by Greg Prince on 25 December 2006 9:29 pm
I read this phrase somewhere when I was a kid:
If ifs and buts were candies and nuts, then every day would be Christmas.
I’ve seen it worded slightly differently over the years but I’ve always identified with it. As you can’t be a Mets fan for very long without invoking “if” or “but,” it’s good advice.
Especially […]
by Jason Fry on 18 December 2006 5:14 am
Truly veteran readers of this blog may recall last year’s incarnation of this post, and so know that THB stands for “The Holy Books.” In which case your geek-proximity alarms just went off and you’re backing slowly away.
Everybody else, here’s a quick refresher: I have a pair of binders, dubbed The Holy Books by Greg, […]
by Greg Prince on 19 November 2006 10:01 am
I like to give Hozzie The Cat a little chest/belly rub when he allows it, which is infrequently. Tonight he did. As I crouched down to find his purr zone, I serenaded him with a quick and unoriginal chorus of Ha-ZEE! Ha-zee Ha-zee Ha-ZEEE! I was a little more off-key than usual when it occurred […]
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