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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 15 February 2010 4:51 pm
Fans, it’s the middle of the sixth inning, and you know what that means: It’s time for the Citi Field Fun Run, the forced frivolity we co-opted from Milwaukee, Washington and our own minor league Cyclones!
The Citi Field Fun Run is brought to you by a total lack of imagination on the part of the […]
by Jason Fry on 31 January 2010 7:16 am
Recently there’s been talk of WAR and CHONE and the first attempts to figure out what we might expect from the 2010 Mets. Amazingly, despite the three-years-early Mayan apocalypse of the 2009 season, I keep finding myself hopeful — or at least desperate for baseball to move off the winter back burner and return to […]
by Greg Prince on 14 January 2010 10:49 pm
“I am totally surprised by the reaction to my recent knee surgery.”
Honestly, this is better than the Jay-Conan thing. I mean, yeah, I know, we don’t want to be without Carlos Beltran, and it won’t be the least bit funny come April 5 when Angel Pagan is waiting for a fly ball in left only to […]
by Greg Prince on 28 December 2009 2:44 pm
Tomorrow, December 29, is technically the fifth day of Christmas. So in that remaining holiday spirit…
On the whole
in this decade,
our Mets love
yielded us
NO
GOLDEN
RINGS!
Not any rings we can use, anyway.
In terms of not winning a World Series in the 2000s, we are not alone. Ten World Series were played and their spoils were divided eight ways. […]
by Jason Fry on 19 November 2009 3:00 pm
As the fires of the season from Hell cool to a smoldering pain, I’ve caught myself thinking about what the most agonizing part was. And I think I’ve figured it out.
It was the anticipation of disaster.
As the season wore wearily on, we were a beaten people by the middle innings. Then by the bottom of […]
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 18 November 2007 1:36 am
This weekend, in honor of November 17 being Tom Seaver’s 63rd birthday, we offer you the following eleven pitchers…
Kevin Brown (not to be confused with the Kevin Brown who hit the wall for the Yankees in 2004 or the Kevin Brown who pitched two innings for the Mets in 1990), Ron Darling, Sid Fernandez, Wes […]
by Greg Prince on 18 October 2007 8:39 pm
I experienced an epiphany one day in 2007. It was Wednesday, May 30. I was kind of punchy, having fallen asleep on the reclining love seat in the living room after coming home from the Armando-Jose-Delgado twelve-inning thriller of May 29, and perhaps a little loopy from the fumes of the fire that broke out […]
by Greg Prince on 2 October 2007 10:13 am
Before any of us could have known what the last day of this season would represent for all time, it was just going to be the last day of the season. I like to go to the last day of the season, probably even more than the first day of the season, though I like […]
by Jason Fry on 10 August 2007 9:48 pm
Emily saw the note a couple of weeks ago: Sesame Street characters at Shea, a 12:10 start, finale of a three-game set against the Braves. Noting that I had more vacation days than I likely would be able to use, she suggested what should have been obvious to me: Take Joshua.
Well, of course. A father-son […]
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