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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 30 September 2005 7:45 pm
The year was 2000. I was 37.
Or was I?
I was in the fourth year of a stretch when I lived and breathed Mets baseball more than during any other period in my life. Wasn’t I supposed to get that out of the way when I was a child? Sure sounds childish. But in 2000, I […]
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2005 7:43 pm
Due to the length of our season, the story of 2000 is presented in three parts. Part I appeared in a previous post.
Life would get no better if the Braves and Yankees continued to lurk. Lurk they did and down they could bring us. At the end of June and the beginning of July we […]
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2005 7:39 pm
Due to the length of our season, the story of 2000 is presented in three parts. This is the exciting conclusion. Parts I and II appeared in previous posts.
In 1904, John McGraw, a baseball visionary if ever one lived, refused to play the World Series. There was no rule saying he had to and he […]
by Jason Fry on 30 September 2005 4:45 am
So they told us a little about our new network, and, well, it's weird. At least according to the New York Times. SportsNet New York, the kind of name you need a room full of marketing drones, lawyers and miscellaneous suits to come up with, provided you prime the pump with tens of thousands of […]
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2005 2:25 am
It's Tom Glavine's chaining day. He's in. He's part of the family.
You don't have to love everybody in your family like he's your nephew David or your brother Mike. But you have to accept those who are your relations. At long last, three years in, I totally and fully recognize that Cousin Tom is a […]
by Greg Prince on 29 September 2005 9:07 am
You know when you go out west how they say, don't miss the Grand Canyon, it's one of the few things in life that when you see it, it doesn't disappoint?
—Toby Ziegler, The West Wing
This is it, huh? This is the last series in which we'll see Mike Piazza actively participating in a Mets uniform. […]
by Jason Fry on 29 September 2005 4:51 am
So Braden Looper finally fessed up about what a lot of people connected to our team suspected: He's been battling a shoulder injury. He'll have surgery. But here's the catch: He's been battling it since last September.
Wha?
Gory details here: Looper thought the pain would go away on its own (or maybe he didn't want to […]
by Greg Prince on 28 September 2005 7:09 pm
Is 9-2 now comparable to 2-8 then? Like you said, math is hard. Especially when it eliminates you.
Didn’t really believe the resurrection scenario was going to happen, but it was fun to imagine the unimaginable. If it had gotten any more serious, it might have been a little too much on the ol’ nervous system […]
by Jason Fry on 28 September 2005 3:22 pm
So that's that. A win, but no miracle.
The game? Well, the moment the Astros won it felt like it'd been played a month ago, but while I nearly woke Emily and Joshua with a gleeful yell when Bobby Abreu struck out, it did feel like a microcosm of the season. The pitching, defense and hitting […]
by Greg Prince on 27 September 2005 8:10 am
Oh won't you staaay-aaay-aaayve off elimination just a little bit longer?
As the National Repository of Every Little Detail of the Otherwise Forgotten and Criminally Undervalued 1997 Season, of course I recall that the Mets were smacked awake from their first sweet Wild Card dream in a span of five games, all losses, in mid-September. After […]
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