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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 Jason Fry on 20 July 2007 5:00 pm
In the morning I'm frequently awakened because a four-year-old just stamped on my clavicle, bounced himself next to my head, snaked the covers off me or is jumping up and down yelling “AND THE METS WIN!” This is one of Joshua's newer habits — he makes up baseball games and runs the bases. In his […]
by Greg Prince on 20 July 2007 9:28 am
Jose Reyes was swinging at the first pitch.
David Wright was learning on the job.
Carlos Beltran seemed, at last, to be finding himself.
Aaron Heilman pitched a couple of key innings.
Ramon Castro came off the bench and made you wonder why he doesn't start more often.
Tom Glavine looked like he'd never get close to 300 wins.
And Marlon […]
by Greg Prince on 19 July 2007 4:00 pm
We’ll be running into Jeff Kent in Los Angeles this weekend, something you might not have bet on 15 years ago next month. Jeff Kent was not wanted by Mets fans, not for David Cone. The 1992 Mets had already reached base camp at the bottom of their mountain after having careened steadily downhill through […]
by Greg Prince on 19 July 2007 10:47 am
Want to take a slight positive from Wednesday night's miserable loss — besides Wright's act of tying it temporarily and our somehow giving no ground to our divisional pursuers? Consider that erstwhile chum Mike Cameron didn't catch miscast designated hitter Carlos Delgado's home run in the seventh. It could have/would have been a great catch, […]
by Jason Fry on 19 July 2007 2:00 am
A few years back I decided to torture Greg with a thought experiment: Would you want the Mets to win the World Series if you couldn't watch any of the season or postseason? (At least that's how I remember it. Correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. Prince.)
The answer I was expecting was a flat “no,” […]
by Greg Prince on 18 July 2007 10:44 pm
Julio Franco is back with the Braves. They’re desperately giving one last shot to an old, broken-down baseball refugee in the hopes he will rekindle the lost magic both he and they had together…or he and they will revive on contact and wreak all kinds of vengeful havoc on the Mets.
Guess which scenario I’m living […]
by Greg Prince on 18 July 2007 8:30 am
When I think of the San Diego Padres, I think of a line from The Shawshank Redemption, what Andy Dufresne says to Red Redding about where he wants to live out the rest of his life:
You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory.
From one season to the next, […]
by Greg Prince on 18 July 2007 7:24 am
Who’s that bearded busher? That’s no minor leaguer, but our (all but technically) own Mike Piazza, rehabbing for the Stockton Ports, the California League affiliate of the Oakland A’s. FAFIF reader Joel Lugo swung by Banner Island Ballpark Tuesday night, snapped a few photos of the Met legend and brought him a little good luck. […]
by Greg Prince on 17 July 2007 4:00 pm
Baseball comes down to rituals, too many to count, too wonderful to bother. Some recur in some form annually. Others 162 times a year and then some. Once in a while they collide.
Saturday night, one of my favorite rituals of baseball, one of the bonus tracks on every season’s DVD, popped up on the menu. […]
by Jason Fry on 17 July 2007 4:59 am
If you went to bed at 10 and looked at the box score in the morning, maybe you thought, “Eh, ho-hum loss. Mets didn't convert hits, Padres got to Sosa early, Heilman stank.”
But it's not so. Or, rather, it's not the whole story.
Sosa was fine and the Mets fell apart late, but you could see […]
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