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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 22 July 2006 4:40 am
What do you think?
I think it depends who shows up. If it's Uncle Fluffy, we've got problems. If it's the President, in his last campaign, his last debate, for the last job he'll ever have…if the President shows up, I think it'll be a sight to see, I mean a sight to see. What do […]
by Greg Prince on 21 July 2006 5:16 am
Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.
Twenty years, 43 Fridays. This — originally written in my journal during the early hours of July 23, 1986 — is one of them.
Son of July 4-5, 1985:
The Mets and Reds began playing while I […]
by Greg Prince on 21 July 2006 12:23 am
Hate to break it to those who see irreparable cracks in the plaster with each occasional pockmark (which is like all of us), but the Mets are fine. Some nights indeed beg the question, “What, exactly, was that bullshit?” and demand the manager deliver an early-morning tongue-lashing. But those nights, when they're followed by these […]
by Greg Prince on 20 July 2006 4:25 pm
On August 5, 2004, Victor Zambrano started his first game as a New York Met, struggled into the sixth inning but earned a win. David Wright hit his third big league home run, part of a National League warning shot six-RBI onslaught. Vance Wilson went deep. Ricky Bottalico threw 2-1/3 scoreless innings. Richard Hidalgo drove […]
by Jason Fry on 20 July 2006 4:45 am
What, exactly, was that bullshit?
The Mets came out smoking, roughed up Aaron Harang, and headed into the clubhouse with a 4-0 lead when the rains came. As it became apparent that this was a serious storm and would be a long delay, I began to fret that that 4-0 lead would be erased in favor […]
by Jason Fry on 20 July 2006 3:50 am
As rain descended on Cincinnati, SNY switched us over to Mets Classics. Oh boy, I thought, a chance to see the '86 Mets clinch the division again.
Nope. It was the 9/21/01 game. Baseball's return to New York, with moving ceremonies before the game, Liza Minnelli's roaring take on “New York, New York,” and (oh yeah) […]
by Greg Prince on 19 July 2006 5:45 am
I'd feel better about our long-term future if I hadn't learned that Mike Pelfrey is the third Met rookie pitcher to win his first two starts in the Majors and that the previous two to do so were Dick Selma and Gary Gentry. Fine fellows, representative careers: Selma was the second-best hurler to emerge from […]
by Greg Prince on 18 July 2006 10:28 am
Eleven runs in one inning.
Two grand slams in one inning.
Seven walkoff wins in one month.
A nine-game road winning streak.
An inside-the-park home run.
A cycle.
A homer hit by the oldest man ever to homer.
A 200th career victory.
A 300th career save.
Eleven pitchers start.
Two stud prospects debut.
Eight outfield assists by a fourth outfielder.
Twenty-one consecutive scoreless innings by one reliever.
Nine […]
by Greg Prince on 17 July 2006 7:59 am
With the Mets up 7-5, I began to think in terms of The Record, the one that had stood unsurpassed for 27 seasons. It's so rare you get to see that kind of history made. We're still waiting on a 12-game winning streak to say nothing of a hitless shutout victory. Yes, we saw the […]
by Jason Fry on 17 July 2006 4:01 am
June 30, 2000: I remember. You remember. The night before we'd come up short in John Rocker's return to Shea after running his mouth about the 7 train and its various inhabitants. We were out in force the next night, too — you, me, Emily and Danielle down the right-field line in the mezzanine, my […]
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