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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 13 September 2007 2:00 pm
There are dumb quotes…
“Three-and-a-half-game lead and all, the key numbers are these: six games left against Atlanta and 42 against everybody else. The Mets are advised to kick the ever-lovin' spit out of everybody else in those other 42 in order to secure their second consecutive Eastern Division title and another shot at the belt […]
by Jason Fry on 13 September 2007 4:25 am
Backup catchers are supposed to be forgettable — an endless parade of Charlie Greenes and Tom Wilsons and Joe DePastinos. Except the Mets have a way of finding memorable ones. Mackey Sasser could hit and could throw the ball to second but not to the pitcher, which was quirky when we were good and really […]
by Jason Fry on 13 September 2007 4:10 am
Magic Number 12 had a shelf life of about 12 seconds — the score from Philadelphia went to “F” on the Shea Stadium scoreboard with a pitch left in the Mets’ game, and that pitch advanced our magic-number countdown to 11. Eight years ago, with the Mets’ season facing extinction, Shawon Dunston (who wore No. […]
by Jason Fry on 13 September 2007 2:45 am
Billy Wagner was lost.
His momentum carried him across the first-base line, ball in hand. He got himself stopped, and turned, but didn't find the bag he was expecting — somehow it was an extra foot to his right, accessorized by a mildly dumbfounded Shawn Green. Oops! Billy kept turning, and Plan B arrived in the […]
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