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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 28 August 2009 9:54 am
Welcome to Flashback Friday: I Saw The Decade End, a milestone-anniversary salute to the New York Mets of 1969, 1979, 1989 and 1999. Each week, we immerse ourselves in or at least touch upon something that transpired within the Metsian realm 40, 30, 20 or 10 years ago. Amazin’ or not, here it comes.
They checked […]
by Greg Prince on 28 August 2009 9:53 am
You’re used to seeing Ross Chapman in this space looking sharp in a Faith and Fear t-shirt. Last Saturday, however, he suited up for a different kind of game, Bar Mitzvahed straight into manhood now that’s he reached the age of Edgardo Alfonzo, Neil Allen and the recently departed Billy Wagner. Ross took his first step […]
by Greg Prince on 28 August 2009 9:46 am
The Faith and Fear t-shirt headed west recently with Mets author Matt Silverman and family, stopping off at Fort Abraham Lincoln in Mandan, North Dakota, where General George Custer once thought he had a pretty good lineup until a slew of unforeseen injuries did in his troops. As Art Howe might have said at Little Bighorn, […]
by Greg Prince on 28 August 2009 12:24 am
Call it what you will, the facility in which the Florida Marlins play home games maintains one undeniable Yogiesque tradition.
Nobody goes there — it's not crowded.
The fun of a Marlins home game is guessing the attendance, which one could probably do with aid of an abacus. The figure in the boxscore says Thursday's was 12,423. […]
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