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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 August 2005 3:51 am
Apparently holding a post-game concert wasn't enough of a way to celebrate Hispanic Heritage Night. The Mets collectively played as if they were descended from the would-be 15th-century conquistador El Choko (he had almost all of Europe under his control when he decided his most splendid warrior should abandon the battle after throwing 78 pitches), […]
by Greg Prince on 20 August 2005 8:40 am
Friday night's promotional handout was smart, compact and may even work the next time wet rain falls for real, but I prefer we let Jae Seo be our umbrella. He protects us against all kind of bad elements: Wilkerson, Vidro, Schneider…such unappealing sorts you should never encounter in a dark alley or a well-lit ballpark.
He […]
by Jason Fry on 20 August 2005 3:41 am
As National League fans we're supposed to proclaim that there's nothing like a pitching duel — a crisp, clean, 1-0 game.
I beg to differ.
It's not that I don't appreciate a good pitching duel — I do. But like them? Not so fast. I only like the ones we win. Lose a back-and-forth 8-7 game, and […]
by Greg Prince on 19 August 2005 6:31 am
The year was 1970. I was 7 years old.
It was my first full year in the fold. Not my rookie year. I was called up to the bigs, so to speak, somewhere in the summer of 1969. That was my first exposure to the Mets and to baseball. What a welcome it was. In retrospect, […]
by Jason Fry on 19 August 2005 3:06 am
Whoa.
The Pirates may be the Pirates — add “the same overeager young player getting thrown out trying to stretch a two-out double twice in one game” to the list of things I'd never seen in baseball — but every fifth day from here on out, I want no part of them. Zach Duke is […]
by Jason Fry on 18 August 2005 3:56 pm
Did I hold my breath when Beltran stepped to the plate? Hell yes. Did I hold it when he raced toward home and it looked like there might be a play at the plate? Double hell yes.
I was proud to see that Met fans suspended their half-season of hazing to give Beltran a standing O. […]
by Greg Prince on 18 August 2005 4:52 am
Ever since you went all elegiac on Mike Piazza, he hasn't hit a home run. And now he's got a fractured hand.
Try toughlove next time. Or ballet .
Mike Jacobs, when he plays, will be the 768th Met ever. That's exactly 100 Mets since the end of 2001, 100 brand new players — four rosters' worth […]
by Greg Prince on 17 August 2005 7:43 am
You know who this was a big game to? Kris Benson. Only one man in North America circles starts against the Pittsburgh Pirates and it is he. On the pregame, Howie warned that Benson would have to control his emotions in these circumstances. I doubt anybody's gotten terribly worked up over facing Pittsburgh since Orel […]
by Jason Fry on 17 August 2005 4:41 am
Tonight's game was one of those games that fades quickly without leaving much of a trace — it's been over about three hours, and I can remember exactly three things from it:
1. Gerald Williams is apparently determined to prove in every single game that he cannot play center field. You know he had to be […]
by Jason Fry on 16 August 2005 4:35 am
Curtain opens on the interior of a rustic cabin. There are deer heads and trophy fish on the walls, large hoagies on TV trays, and a gaggle of men of all ages and races arranged around a big-screen TV, eating and drinking beer and laughing loudly.
There's a knock at the door. An older man in […]
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