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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 25 September 2010 1:00 pm
The 2010 Mets are a temporary condition. Mets fandom, however, is a lifetime proposition. Some dispatches from around Metsopotamia, most of them showing us again that blue and orange waters run deep.
• Faith and Fear reader Tim Hanley wrote in to let us know he and his home movie of Ron Swoboda’s Game […]
by Greg Prince on 21 September 2010 9:42 pm
From the Department of the Painfully Obvious, the New York Mets have been eliminated from postseason contention following their 5-2 loss to the Florida Marlins. Time of death: 9:38 PM EDT, but really, they’ve been done since Puerto Rico. Record before San Juan: 43-32. Record from San Juan on: 31-45.
Autumnal equinox is tomorrow night. Very […]
by Greg Prince on 17 August 2010 2:57 pm
Bobby Thomson, a true New York sports icon and author of the most famous home run in baseball history, passed away last night. He was 86. As far as I can tell, nobody ever said a bad word about the man.
What follows is something I wrote a few years ago about an afternoon I spent […]
by Greg Prince on 23 July 2010 9:06 pm
One of the great New York sports columnists, Vic Ziegel, has passed away at age 72 from lung cancer. You can and should read about his life and career here. He covered the early Mets as a beat writer with the Post and once told me there was no greater group of guys he came […]
by Greg Prince on 14 July 2010 5:37 am
First, to the McCann of the Hour…
I didn’t have a favorite Brave before, but I do now.
Thank you Brian McCann for ending a streak of twelve consecutive negative All-Star decisions that seemed destined to reach thirteen on habit if not merit. And you’re welcome, Brian McCann, for our firing you up properly at Citi Field […]
by Greg Prince on 12 July 2010 11:00 am
It’s a hot August afternoon in 1993. There’s two guys approaching their mechanic’s shop, each of them, on foot, ready to pick up his car. One is 30. One is 82. The one who is 30 thinks the one who is 82 is going to be a slow poke if he gets to the counter […]
by Jason Fry on 25 May 2010 10:51 am
NPR’s Mike Pesca brought me into the studio to discuss my post about my neighbor and his brother’s baseball cards, and did a nice job crafting it into a story for “All Things Considered.” Have a listen here, and feel free to make fun of my (subconscious) attempt at the NPR voice.
by Greg Prince on 24 May 2010 11:45 am
I’d like to be not such a hardass toward my team. I’d like to not be so realistic about the tendencies of its individual components. I’d like to like the players I like without not being able to stand them when their performances unequivocally merit disdain.
I’d have liked to have been a more steadfast supporter […]
by Greg Prince on 5 May 2010 7:17 pm
Baseball is a first pitch being thrown at 12:35 in the afternoon, and a schlubby fan attempting to follow it while working. A decision to listen on the radio because things are going well for his team while avoiding the TV. That’s baseball. And so is a kid from Defiance, Ohio, pitching for the first […]
by Jason Fry on 27 April 2010 8:00 am
Update: Here’s this story revisited for NPR.
Near the end of winter my neighbor’s younger brother died unexpectedly. Emily and I are friendly with our neighbor, and offered him our condolences. But we don’t really know each other, for all the usual city reasons that you regret on one level but mostly look past while you’re […]
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