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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 21 July 2019 11:35 pm
GREGORY LEWIS PRINCE
“GREG”
NEW YORK, N.L., 1969-2019
LOYAL METS FAN FROM AGE 6 TO 56, ENCOMPASSING TWO WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS, SEVEN OTHER POSTSEASONS AND MYRIAD LOSING CAMPAIGNS. ATTENDED HUNDREDS OF GAMES AT SHEA STADIUM AND HUNDREDS MORE AT CITI FIELD. REGULARLY TUNED INTO TV AND RADIO BROADCASTS. READ ABOUT TEAM RELIGIOUSLY. CO-AUTHORED BLOG DEVOTED TO METS FANDOM FOR […]
by Jason Fry on 19 July 2019 1:36 pm
By definition, extra-inning losses are cruel. To come so far, battling and staving off ruination, only to have it arrive anyway? That always hurts.
To that, let us add the noncontroversial contract rider that extra-inning road losses are crueler still. Ruin, when it comes, leaves you stuck in mid-gesture, on a field where nothing you do […]
by Jason Fry on 26 May 2019 9:13 am
On the one hand, the Mets have made the lowly Detroit Tigers into world-beaters, opponents every bit as formidable as, say, the Miami Marlins. Can’t we just play the Nationals 162 times a year? On the other, both of these games have been a lot of fun, filled with twists and turns and chills and […]
by Greg Prince on 5 May 2019 5:49 am
With the possible exception of Angel Hernandez, moral failings are undetectable after the fourteenth inning. They don’t call it “free baseball” only because conductors don’t come around to collect a step-up fare (though I can’t imagine Rob Manfred hasn’t contemplated implementing such a revenue-generating opportunity and labeling […]
by Greg Prince on 1 May 2019 4:55 am
“Oh, what’s this? I wasn’t expecting anything!”
“C’mon, open it.”
“I almost don’t want to. It’s so beautifully wrapped. Who put the bow on it?”
“That was Pete.”
“As if Pete hasn’t already done enough. I’m going to undo it very carefully…oh my!”
“Do you like it?”
“Like it? I love it!”
“It’s an […]
by Jason Fry on 21 September 2018 11:57 am
At the beginning of the year I meticulously record the Mets in order of appearance, a bit of ceremony that sustains me until everyone from that initial version of the 25-man roster has stepped between the lines. (Met No. 25 usually comes down to the fifth starter, the reliever whose role is least defined, or […]
by Greg Prince on 1 April 2018 11:17 am
Baseball’s decision to use Sunday afternoon games as platforms to test its new extra inning rules is a little baffling. I thought the whole idea was to not let games go on all night, with the implication being night games were the issue. If there’s a segment […]
by Greg Prince on 11 August 2016 4:13 am
Applause for Kelly Johnson, upon the ninth-inning, one-out, two-run home run that tied Wednesday night’s game, was hearty at schvitzy Citi Field but not universal. The Metsnoscenti recognized false hope as soon as they saw it. Huzzah, Kelly, for you did what you were supposed to do, what none of your teammates managed to do […]
by Greg Prince on 26 June 2016 1:06 pm
For nine innings Saturday night, you might have believed you were watching the Mets perform in historically frustrating fashion, better known as just another game from the past eight weeks. On April 30, the Mets had risen to eight games above .500, Michael Conforto was soaring atop an OPS of 1.118 and the only change […]
by Greg Prince on 2 June 2016 10:03 am
The Chicago White Sox were the sore thumb of my Logging for twenty seasons, ever since it was decided National League teams should play American League teams for something less than all the marbles. Whoever the junior circuit sent to Shea Stadium, I dutifully saw at least once, entering the encounter in the steno book […]
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