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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 18 June 2007 7:45 pm
If you wear it, they will come…or something like that. Our own Mets Guy in Michigan Iowa, Dave Murray, bears the numbers of four New York National League legends as he looks for a pickup game against Joe Jackson and the rest of the 1919 Black Sox on a recent visit to Dyersville, site of the field from Field […]
by Jason Fry on 18 June 2007 4:53 am
Like all good-hearted people, I hate the Yankees.
When you break down that statement a bit, though, things get more complicated. The only members of the current roster whom I actually loathe are Satan and Miguel Cairo, and Miguel Cairo isn't worth more than passing bile. What I really hate is the franchise as a collective […]
by Greg Prince on 17 June 2007 8:22 am
The New York Mets play the New York Yankees for the sixtieth time in regular-season competition tonight. That is if the weather cooperates. Three times the weather hasn't cooperated: June 11, 2000; June 21, 2003; and June 25, 2004.
I remember those rainouts. I remember almost everything about every Subway Series. A few details about a […]
by Greg Prince on 16 June 2007 10:41 pm
Scratching out two singles makes him just a bit less Wilson Delgado and a bit more Carlos Delgado for the day (though that fifth-inning cutoff clank which allowed Cano an extra base and eventually an extra run was worthy of Marvelous Marv Delgadoberry). Alas, if one can take a slight breather from mulling What's Wrong […]
by Greg Prince on 16 June 2007 8:29 am
They pull a knife, you pull a gun.
He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue.
They start Clemens, you start Perez.
That's the Met way.
In five games this season against the despised Braves and the detested Yankees — the intersection of haunting nightmares and the uncontrollable shakes — Ollie's […]
by Jason Fry on 16 June 2007 3:26 am
When they brought the Antichrist back, it wasn't a sure thing we'd face him. Then it looked like their rotation wasn't aligned for another meeting. And that was fine with me. It's an old hatred by now, a grudge that involves vanished players and distant times. I can reach back and bring the causes back […]
by Greg Prince on 15 June 2007 12:39 pm
Grant would be gone not all that long after June 15, 1977. And Tom would be remembered always. Saving our Mets, however, would take a while.
by Greg Prince on 15 June 2007 12:35 pm
If you’re still trying to make sense out of a senseless act thirty years after the fact, then it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.
The Mets seem to be mired in utter disarray as we speak, losers of five in a row, nine of their last ten, all four of their most recent […]
by Greg Prince on 14 June 2007 6:35 am
Good evening. Today is Wednesday, September the 24th, and this is my last broadcast. Yesterday I announced on this program that I was going to commit public suicide, admittedly an act of madness. Well, I'll tell you what happened: I just ran out of bullshit.
Am I still on the air?
It's not the Howard Beale spiel […]
by Jason Fry on 13 June 2007 1:39 pm
The beach? Lovely.
The Mets? Did I mention the beach was lovely?
We're staying for the week on Long Beach Island, one of our favorite places in the world between the beach, the general atmosphere of non-New York Cityness, the best beach burger place a body could ask for (Woodies) and, oh yeah, the fact that LBI […]
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