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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 Jason Fry on 4 October 2015 2:56 am
Back in June, Emily and I decided that a lovely summer night would be made even better by our attending a ballgame. So we did … and watched the Mets get no-hit by Chris Heston and the San Francisco Giants.
I grumbled and groaned for competitive and aesthetic reasons. The competitive reasons for not wanting my […]
by Greg Prince on 26 July 2015 4:40 am
Consider this not a wet blanket, but at most a moist towelette: I attended the game in which Mike Bordick made his Met debut. In his first at-bat, he led off the bottom of the third and hit the first pitch he saw over the wall at Shea Stadium. At that moment, Mike Bordick — […]
by Greg Prince on 25 August 2014 12:10 am
Some days you gotta take Randy Newman’s advice:
Roll down the window
Put down the top
Crank up the Beach Boys, baby
Don’t let the music stop
The Dodgers blast “I Love L.A.” after every victory at Dodger Stadium. I’ve grown familiar with the custom over the past couple of seasons while the Mets were reliably providing the cue to […]
by Greg Prince on 23 May 2014 3:10 am
It must have been a sportswriter who came up with that line about ballplayers you’d pay to see since baseball writers don’t pay to see baseball. In that spirit, since I didn’t pay to see Thursday night’s game, I will detour to Cliché Stadium and declare I’d pay good money to see Yasiel Puig play […]
by Greg Prince on 8 October 2013 11:30 am
Just when I think one of the funnest days of non-Mets baseball ever couldn’t get any more funner, I nod off in the eighth inning of the last reel of this rollicking quadruple-feature, the overly familiar Atlanta Braves leading the Los Angeles Dodgers by a run. I open my eyes maybe fifteen minutes later and […]
by Jason Fry on 15 August 2013 3:18 am
Every now and again your baseball team goes on a run. Maybe it’s a good run, where the players look loose and up in the stands or out there on your couch you’re confident that they’ll keep cruising to victory or come back and win. Maybe it’s a great run, which is all of the […]
by Jason Fry on 2 July 2012 12:48 am
The o gers’ lone concession to competitiveness Sun ay night was sen ing the rather won erful Clayton Kershaw to the moun , but in the early going not even a Cy Young awar -winning lefty with an evil curveball was enough to ispel the funk that’s settle over o ger Sta ium for the […]
by Jason Fry on 30 June 2012 2:14 am
…because we’re running out of them for R.A. Dickey.
The already-undermanned Dodgers had no chance against a knuckler that was once again unhittable. None whatsoever. The degree of their no-chanceness was such that for a good part of the night we were all grousing about whatever happened to Andres Torres out there on Aaron Harang’s pop […]
by Greg Prince on 28 June 2012 5:41 pm
How great is “D-O-D-G-E-R-S (Oh Really? No, O’Malley)”? So great that Danny Kaye could almost be forgiven for, in 1962, glorifying a treacherous, greedy franchise five years after it eternally wounded Brooklyn’s soul. We will be rooting against the descendants of those Flatbush refugees for the next four nights, but any excuse to listen to […]
by Greg Prince on 8 July 2011 5:45 am
Greg Gibson is bad. That’s all there is to it.
Clayton Kershaw is spectacular. That, too, is all there is to it.
If the Dodgers wanted to beat the Mets every game ever, they’d start Hong Chih-Kuo each time and never take him out.
The Mets can’t afford to play shoddy defense. Nobody can, obviously, but there’s a […]
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