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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 Jason Fry on 26 May 2005 4:50 am
Jeez Louise, Greg. Can't I trust you to safeguard this team for four lousy days? Sheesh!
P.S. I walked by a bar in a grotty section of San Francisco and it had a giant neon Yankees logo in the window. I don't think I've ever seen a piece of Giants anything in New York. What's wrong […]
by Greg Prince on 25 May 2005 6:55 am
ATLANTA (FAF) — The New York Mets continued to be mired in an endless morass against their archrivals, the Braves, [day that game was played], losing [final score] at Turner Field.
Tom Glavine was
_ his usual effective self in pinning another defeat on the Mets.
_ beaten badly yet again by his old team.
X pitching pretty well […]
by Greg Prince on 24 May 2005 8:20 am
A's for Atlanta
Where Coke makes its Fanta
And the Mets gift the Braves
As if they were Santa
B is for Beltran
He's not a well man
His quad's day-to-day, what can ya say?
He's probably got a good health plan
C is for Cameron
And a bat that's been hammerin'
Trotted to first, the count three and two
“W-W-What?” was what we were stammerin'
D's […]
by Jason Fry on 24 May 2005 6:43 am
So this afternoon (California time) I straggle back to my hotel room after a long day about equally divided between work and technical problems trying to prevent me from work, plop down on the bed, look at the clock and do the away-from-home math. Whoa, I think to myself, it's like 8:30 in New York. […]
by Greg Prince on 23 May 2005 7:53 pm
Note to our readers: Appropriately enough, technical difficulties took Faith and Fear in Flushing underground for the duration of the Subway Series. All posts relating to disaster and epiphany are now available for your scrolling, gleaning, perusing and absorption. We apologize for the protracted disappearance. The problem can be attributed to QuesTec; the poor condition […]
by Jason Fry on 23 May 2005 7:34 am
It's 3:30 Pacific time and I'm blasting up I-5 in a rental car, topping 80 in a valiant (and basically successful) effort to get to the conference I'm attending in time for a 4 p.m. meeting with a tech bigwig. I'm driving with one hand, flipping up and down the AM dial with the other, […]
by Greg Prince on 22 May 2005 11:58 am
Dear Mom and Dad,
Hi and sorry it has been so long since I have written. The Major League schedule is pretty hectic and even within that context, it has been a very eventful week for your son the pitcher.
I speculate you may have heard by now something of my exploits here in the United States. […]
by Jason Fry on 22 May 2005 5:49 am
OK, Dae-Sung Koo can have his name back.
In fact, after today it seems overly familiar to address him that way, since he's said he'd like to be known as Mister Koo. So be it. In fact, why stop there? After his ambush of Randy Johnson and the Yankees, he's Sir Koo to me if he […]
by Greg Prince on 21 May 2005 9:53 am
Victor Zambrano is slower than slow death. In fact, the slow death store called to tell Victor Zambrano that they're out of him.
It occurred to me Friday night that for just about every one of Vaporous Victor's starts this year, I've been busy doing something else — working, traveling, napping (especially napping) — and that […]
by Jason Fry on 21 May 2005 3:12 am
I should feel more disappointed. What's wrong with me?
I dunno. Is it that we all figured that between Brown and Zambrano, we and they would take turns cringing at the sight of our starter? Was it that while we played horrible baseball, they played only slightly less horrible baseball? Was it the momentary cheer from […]
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