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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 10 October 2014 5:27 pm
When we’ve played this late into a year, we’ve been at our most Amazin’. Ours is the franchise over which Roger Angell once concluded, “The Mets go melodramatic in October, it’s in their genes…” He wrote that in 2001, specifically about a series of games from 1988, but also knowing the events of 2000 and […]
by Greg Prince on 29 September 2014 2:47 am
Singin’ to the world
It’s time we let the spirit come in
Let it come on in
Those 2014 New York Mets kept up their end of the minuscule bargain I struck with them in the middle of July. They had just come off a vigorous homestand in which they won seven of their previous eight games, and caught […]
by Greg Prince on 23 September 2014 11:50 pm
As a service to New York Mets fans who find themselves encountering an unfamiliar concept, Faith and Fear in Flushing provides the following helpful primer.
Welcome to the battle for second place!
Yeah, I thought I heard something about that. Can you explain what this is exactly?
With Monday night’s loss by the reeling Braves to the Pirates, […]
by Greg Prince on 16 September 2014 3:01 am
Following a Monday night when it hit me just how few innings remain to this season, I sort of retroactively wish the Mets could have deprived us of two or three from their twelfth-to-last game of 2014. It was an extraordinary night at Citi Field through six. It was a night that was surely meant […]
by Greg Prince on 30 August 2014 2:49 am
Anybody who knows his or her Brady Bunch will remember when Greg, Marcia, Peter, Jan, Bobby and Cindy formed a singing group in order to go on the Pete Sterne Amateur Hour and win the money to buy their parents a sparkly anniversary present. They named their act after the gift they had their eye on: […]
by Greg Prince on 10 August 2014 12:50 pm
How is it that a lineup loaded with ballplayers who jammed the box score of a World Series clincher can appear so routinely beatable? The dichotomy in perception probably has something to do with a temporal gap, what with that particular World Series having taken place in 2008 and the beating in question proceeding in […]
by Greg Prince on 8 July 2014 4:12 pm
On this very afternoon in 1969, Jerry Koosman pitched a solid nine innings, Donn Clendenon, Ken Boswell and Cleon Jones made key contact and Ed Kranepool homered and later delivered the walkoff hit, a fortuitous bloop to left that made Kooz and the Mets 4-3 winners over the Cubs.
In other words, today is the 45th […]
by Greg Prince on 22 June 2014 3:55 am
Summer and Jacob deGrom’s first big league win each arrived in good stead on Saturday. Summer, as the artificial-lemonade commercials used to tell us, is only here a short while. DeGrom, one hopes, will stick around so long that the length of his career will rival the length of his locks. Paradoxically, time of game […]
by Greg Prince on 4 June 2014 9:52 am
It’s not surprising that they lost. Losing is what they do. They’ve lost more often than they’ve won as a matter of course for five going on six seasons.
On May 31, 2009, buoyed by a week of having played teams who seemed indisputably lousier than them (Washington and Florida), the New York Mets stood seven […]
by Greg Prince on 1 June 2014 3:06 am
“It doesn’t work that way,” I had to explain to my sister over dinner out when she inferred I must really be enjoying how long these baseball games my baseball team has been playing, including the one I was listening to while she was talking.
“You probably wish they’d last eight hours!” she said, as innocent […]
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