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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 9 February 2008 10:39 pm
Hit or an error? Look to your right. The scoreboard transmits the official ruling. Look to your left. The Sign Man tells you what you’re thinking.
Before there were helpful little gadgets any more exotic than a transistor radio, you had two sources of information to enhance your Sheagoing experience. You had the biggest scoreboard in […]
by Greg Prince on 9 February 2008 11:46 am
Karl Ehrhardt, 1924-2008.
Photo courtesy of Shea Stadium: Images of Baseball, Arcadia Publishing
by Greg Prince on 22 January 2008 9:25 pm
Jim Beauchamp, wearing the number he was issued when 24suddenly needed to be ripped off his shirt, indeed did some fancy pinch-hitting as a 1973 National League Champion Met, landing on base at a .325 clip when called off the bench and into action by Yogi Berra. Ken Boswell lost his second base job to Felix […]
by Greg Prince on 22 January 2008 9:13 pm
In the 1968 yearbook, Don Cardwell doesn’t quite look like he’s thrilled to be here, but inside of two seasons, he had every reason in the world to be satisfied with what must have seemed like exile to baseball purgatory. Traded to the perennially lousy Mets before 1967, he earned the Opening Day start (kid named […]
by Jason Fry on 16 January 2008 5:15 am
Don Cardwell, one of the Miracle Mets’ elder statesmen, died Monday at 72.
It’s been that kind of offseason: Most of the headlines the Mets make are because there are fewer of them, and not because three or four are headed to Minnesota for Johan Santana. Jim Beauchamp died shortly before New Year’s; now Cardwell. What […]
by Greg Prince on 14 August 2007 9:45 pm
In the summer of 1999, Nike ran the most brilliant series of commercials I ever saw. It was geared to the New York market and aired in sync with that season’s Subway Series.
Maybe you recall it, too. There were six Mets — Ventura, Ordoñez, Yoshii, McRae, Olerud and John Franco — playing four Yankees — […]
by Greg Prince on 4 February 2007 11:52 am
Let me see if I’ve got this straight. If Rex Grossman sees his shadow, we get eight more weeks of winter. If Peyton Manning earns a trip to a theme park, we get eight more weeks of winter.
Yeah, that’s about the size of it. One football team will beat another tonight and 56 nights hence […]
by Greg Prince on 29 January 2007 10:06 pm
The swings Darryl Strawberry and David Palmer took at each other last night during a bench-clearing brawl in the first inning were sissy swipes compared to the real punch Gary Carter displayed.
Sissy swipes? Did somebody actually use the phrase “sissy swipes” in a baseball game story at some point in the past quarter-century? Without irony?
Yup. […]
by Greg Prince on 4 January 2007 10:32 pm
I wouldn’t dare attempt to match the eloquence displayed Wednesday at Grace Episcopal Church in Grand Rapids by Donald Rumsfeld…
“There’s an old saying in Washington that every member of Congress looks in the mirror every day and sees a future president. Gerald Ford was different. I suspect even after he was president, when he looked […]
by Greg Prince on 27 December 2006 3:17 pm
The only president never elected president or vice president liked to deprecate himself as “a Ford, not a Lincoln”. And while he was president, the National League representative of his favorite city was definitely no Big Red Machine.
From the day Gerald Ford took the oath of office until the end of the final baseball season […]
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