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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 18 March 2007 6:35 am
Attempting to cope with the baseball anxiety attack this listless spring has brought about, I decided to watch something I recently recorded. This from that: the top of the ninth inning of the 1988 division-clincher aired (again) by SNY last week, Fran Healy talking to special guest in the booth Jack Lang…
Fran: Jack, [can] you […]
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 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 […]
by Greg Prince on 28 October 2006 8:51 am
I’ll never know if she saw me. Probably not. But in that moment, all the bad memories, all the things I’d ever wanted to say to her, it all came flooding back.
My first impulse was to run over there, pound on her window and demand that she admit she tore down those posters and lied […]
by Greg Prince on 25 October 2006 9:11 am
Three hundred twenty-three regular-season games. Six National League Division Series games. Seven National League Championship Series games. Two exhibition games. One intrasquad game. Two games rained out after I sat down. One baseball card show.
I’ve been inside Shea Stadium quite a bit. But never was I as cold as I was Tuesday night. And never […]
by Greg Prince on 24 October 2006 6:43 pm
Granted, I’d like to be leading two-oh going into Game Three, but I like our chances with the World Series one-one coming to Shea tonight. I also like John Maine. A lot.
Let’s shake off Game Two. Whatever it is Kenny Rogers did or didn’t have on his hand, we can assume he was waiting seven […]
by Jason Fry on 5 January 2006 5:24 am
And here we are at last. The Ninth Circle of Met Hell.
In the Inferno, the Ninth Circle is a frozen lake, at whose center Dante and Virgil find Satan, trapped in the ice and chewing on Brutus, Cassius and the head of Judas Iscariot. The deepest part of Met Hell, however, does not look like […]
by Jason Fry on 4 January 2006 5:20 am
We may be more than halfway home, but down in Met Hell we’ve still got a little ways to go. And two more permanent residents to confront.
In the non-baseball Inferno, the Eighth Circle of Hell was Malebolge, a domain of ditches separated by great folds of earth. The inhabitants of those ditches included hypocrites, thieves, […]
by Greg Prince on 22 October 2005 12:36 pm
Kids from 1 to 92 who are Astros fans or White Sox fans are going to remember 2005 as long as they live depending on what happens tonight through sometime next week. They will look back on 2005 and grow tingly at the mere mention of the year. It will be a four-digit code for […]
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