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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 March 2022 9:02 pm
Armwise, I’m a righty who hails from a family of natural-born lefties. Sis is sinister by nature. So was Mom. Dad trended to the left side as a youngster, but this horrified his grandmother and he was converted to righthandedness before he was old enough to effectively protest. He lived 87½ years with the illegible […]
by Jason Fry on 28 August 2021 1:19 am
Time just gets away from us.
Mattie Ross says that at the end of Charles Portis’ sublime True Grit, a benediction so flat and matter of fact that it comes all the way around and serves as an elegy in spite of itself. Those words keep creeping into my mind as the Mets continue their freefall […]
by Greg Prince on 31 May 2021 4:47 pm
With so many roster transactions involving current Mets — including three more planned tonight to facilitate the deinjuring of a trio of heretofore injured Mets — we can be forgiven for not having taken note of every up and down involving former Mets. Yet we can’t let this AL Central subtraction from April 28 get […]
by Greg Prince on 7 August 2020 3:35 pm
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
Well you’re a real tough cookie
With a long history…
—Pat Benatar
In 1962, the Mets promised their fans that Shea Stadium would be ready for 1963. It wasn’t. So instead, they invited them […]
by Jason Fry on 31 July 2020 4:15 pm
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
True confessions time: When the rumor surfaced in the spring of 1998 that the Mets were about to acquire Mike Piazza, I was against the idea. Vehemently against it, in fact. The Mets, I […]
by Jason Fry on 17 July 2020 5:32 pm
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
Being a catcher is a tough gig. The hours of squatting are bad enough, before considering foul tips, overenthusiastic backswings, and collisions at the plate. But being a backup catcher? That’s even tougher. Now […]
by Greg Prince on 16 February 2020 4:21 am
Late spring is the time to see Gil Hodges work. Not summer. Then heat sits on the cylinder of Shea Stadium and a baseball season, like New York summer, grinds down strong men.
—Roger Kahn, The Boys of Summer
Citi Field is entering its twelfth season. Children no longer eligible for whatever discounts being under twelve gets […]
by Greg Prince on 8 September 2018 12:50 pm
The independent Atlantic League, best known in Metsopotamian circles as base of operations for Buddy Harreslon’s Long Island Ducks, includes a team called the Road Warriors. You can’t go to one of their home games because they don’t have any. They are literally a travel team, existing […]
by Greg Prince on 10 July 2018 4:41 am
Five of us had tickets for the entire Mets-Phillies twi-night doubleheader Monday. More than five, according to official attendance figures, but I refer specifically to myself, the three people with whom I’ve been friends longer than anybody and the son of one of those people. I showed […]
by Greg Prince on 22 June 2017 3:51 pm
The phrase “hey you kids, get off my lawn,” when used to mock someone’s stodgier instincts, has always bugged me, and not just because of my edging toward the demographic with which stodginess is reflexively associated. My stance isn’t in defense of stodge. It’s the literal interpretation I can’t hack. If somebody has a lawn, […]
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