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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 12 December 2011 4:28 am
A friend and I were discussing recent Met developments over the weekend. He referred to “Gil and Reyes,” as in he perceives an anti-New York bias inherent in Gil Hodges not making the generally worthless National Baseball Hall of Fame and Jose Reyes not finishing in the Top Ten of the National League MVP voting. […]
by Jason Fry on 5 December 2011 4:40 pm
Back in May I wondered what it would feel like when the number of Jose Reyes Mets highlights remaining were reduced to zero. Now we know.
It sucks.
Jose Reyes is no longer a Met. That’s awful enough right there, but of course it’s worse.
Jose Reyes is a Miami Marlin. Eighteen times a year, starting in late […]
by Greg Prince on 14 November 2011 8:17 am
I remember in the early ’40s, back there, when I was a kid working on the city desk in the Detroit Free Press. It was Sunday, four o’clock in the morning, somebody phoned in a story, and I had no way to check it out.
It was either print the biggest story of the century and […]
by Greg Prince on 8 September 2011 7:53 am
Tuesday night’s Mets-Marlins extra-inning affair at beautiful Joe Robbie Stadium dripped on until about one in the morning (or as they call it in the Bronx, prime time). Then, about twenty minutes later, or so it felt, there was a Wednesday night Mets-Marlins affair at the same facility whose turf, it saddens me to report, […]
by Jason Fry on 7 September 2011 2:08 am
By about the fifth inning or so it was clear that the only way to capture this Bataan Death March of a game was chronologically, as fear ebbed and flowed and was overtaken by exhaustion. If you have trouble fixing just when something happened or recalling what sparked some outburst from me, rest assured that […]
by Jason Fry on 6 September 2011 12:58 am
Periodically you’ll read one of us insisting that subpar baseball is still preferable to sitting glumly around in the winter. I was thinking of that as the Marlins, having dispatched Chris Capuano, tattooed the even more hapless D.J. Carrasco, threatening to put 20 hits on the scoreboard of the hideous Soilmaster Stadium (or, if you […]
by Greg Prince on 5 September 2011 1:57 pm
“The Marlins celebrated when it was over. I have always felt bad for them because they were a good team and no one came to watch them play. Now I was glad that their stadium was always empty, that they were last in the majors in attendance. I hoped that they would languish unloved and […]
by Greg Prince on 31 August 2011 8:06 am
In tribute to those wonderful people who show up to share the 7 train with us Mets fans for two glorious weeks every August and September, let’s just say the Mets lost in straight sets to the Marlins Tuesday night, 0-0, 0-0, 0-0, 0-0, 0-0, 0-0, 5-0, 0-0, 1-0.
Apparently you can only volley with Javier […]
by Jason Fry on 3 August 2011 2:01 am
Well, Emily and I had fun for eight innings.
It was a lovely night, we warmed up for the game with my wife’s first-ever visit to Donovan’s (I wouldn’t say it’s the best burger in New York City, but it’s very good — a bar burger executed perfectly), and during the mid innings I got to […]
by Greg Prince on 2 August 2011 3:35 am
1) Bottom of the ninth, Mets losing, Wright leads off. Grounds to short. Takes a nice play from Ramirez, but he’s out pretty easily. With that, I’ve decided, “Let’s just get this over with. The trains are all screwy as it is thanks to the storm that unleashed hail the size of hockey pucks on […]
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