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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 30 September 2007 11:46 pm
Obviously, I retract every remotely positive thing I ever said about Tom Glavine. Fucking Brave can go fuck himself straight back to Fucklanta.
Obviously, I retract every remotely positive thing I ever said about Jose Reyes. When you go to winter ball, work on hitting the ball on a line and don’t be chummy with Miguel […]
by Jason Fry on 30 September 2007 9:01 pm
I suppose in some alternate universe we didn’t blow a seven-game lead with 17 to play. In this one, matters are otherwise. Congratulations Phillies.
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2007 5:00 pm
First pitch minutes away. But there's always time for a good show tune*…
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Doo-dle-ee-do
Journey
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citing, mystic and exotic
Journey
Through our anecdotic revue
We've got magic to do
Just for you
We've got miracle plays to play
We've got parts to perform
Hearts […]
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2007 2:28 pm
All right brain, you don't like me, and I don't like you. But let's just get me through this and I can get back to killing you with beer.
Tom, we've had a strange relationship for five seasons. I made no secret that I never wanted you to be a Met and you always gave me […]
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2007 9:00 am
Yesterday I would not have believed
That tomorrow the sun would shine
Then one day you came into my life
I am alive again
—Chicago (the group, not the Cubs)
Five straight dreary night games gave way to a Saturday afternoon like few others in the history of the old multipurpose stadium hard by the Grand Central. Shea had, however, […]
by Jason Fry on 30 September 2007 1:21 am
Getting your bearings when you show up in the middle of a radio broadcast is always hard, and generally at least mildly comical.
So it was with me, back in New York more or less for keeps. The second the plane from Salt Lake City hit tarmac at JFK, I flipped on my radio. Something big […]
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