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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 6 September 2005 6:12 am
You may now purchase Finazzle Grout Cleaner and Finazzle Soap Scum Remover at all Home Depot Stores in Florida, Georgia, Alabama, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland, Washington DC and in the Philadelphia area.
All Finazzle products are also available at all Publix Supermarkets.
Finazzle Grout Cleaner and Soap Scum Remover are absolutely guaranteed to do exactly […]
by Jason Fry on 6 September 2005 1:06 am
What can you say? It was the Braves against a .500 team.
Trachsel was horrible early — how Andruw Jones didn't hit one of the several awful pitches he saw in the first inning to the moon is beyond me — then settled down and pitched quite well. Met For a Minute John Thomson was […]
by Greg Prince on 5 September 2005 7:54 am
It was the best of sixths. It was the…yeah, it was the best.
The short season that just passed — the 28 games encompassing August 5 through September 4 — ended with a record of 16-12 and a winning percentage of .571. That's the best Mets' mark compiled in such a period since we began paying […]
by Jason Fry on 5 September 2005 1:50 am
That's whom I was thinking about when Shingo after came in and gave the Marlins a bingo. (By jingo!) Him and Billy Taylor. Dial-up being dial-up, I'm not going to investigate, but I'm sure Taylor and McElroy might have made decent first impressions before being packed off after a single partial season.
Yes, a nice […]
by Greg Prince on 5 September 2005 12:08 am
The Redbirds were glowing with success as they lined up in the narrow runway between their locker room and the ball field. They were serene, confident and rich. They followed their drillmaster, Dr. Walter C. Eberhardt of St. Louis University, to the grass along the first base line. “Con-grat-u-lations on your last season,” Eberhardt sang […]
by Greg Prince on 4 September 2005 4:48 am
You and your Unholy Books. Ever since I bore witness to them almost five years ago, I have rooted for them and for their contents to flourish. I keep up on who's a new Met first and foremost in order to confirm with you the status of the next entry within those heretofore sacred volumes.
Therefore, […]
by Jason Fry on 4 September 2005 3:26 am
They have the WB. You can view the varieties of Soilmaster. I've got Internet access of a sort. I can writhe around on a couch going insane while we suck.
Tell me something good. Shingo Takatsu entering the rosters of The Holy Books in singularly wretched fashion doesn't count.
by Jason Fry on 3 September 2005 2:43 pm
Before we skedaddle for Jersey, I'll leave you with a tale of baseball and New Orleans.
There aren't a ton of them — Rusty Staub is from there, but beyond that it hasn't been so long that the town even had a minor-league team. But I do have one, from the two summers when I lived […]
by Greg Prince on 3 September 2005 6:28 am
That was it? That was the vaunted “roll” we waited to get on for 4-1/2 months? Nine of eleven against three certifiably lousy teams and one that's roughly our peer? Now it's over?
That ain't gonna cut it. Neither is the new math, the one in which we have now lost five of six. It's a […]
by Jason Fry on 2 September 2005 8:46 pm
Poor Glavine. Poor us. That was baseball like it oughta be — two teams playing hard for big stakes, and one mistake cost us. Well, two mistakes — one of organization and one of execution. I felt for TEM. Watching him fumbling for that ball snapped me back to Keith Hernandez crawling in the mud […]
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