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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 12 August 2009 8:29 pm
Quick in-game break from our daily teeth-gritting to acknowledge that the New York Mets seem to have caught on after 4½ months and will be (hold on to your fedoras) honoring the heritage of the New York Mets in a well-rounded fashion. The organization with the Ebbets Field facade, the Pee Wee Reese jerseys displayed […]
by Jason Fry on 12 August 2009 5:10 am
The Mets are now 1-5 on a West Coast trip against crappy teams. Tonight they got beat by Max Scherzer, he of the David Bowie eyes, and Trent Oeltjen, a young Aussie who really ought to retire the moment the Mets leave town. (Trust me, Trent — baseball isn't this easy.) They got beat because […]
by Greg Prince on 11 August 2009 8:36 pm
The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty’s livin’ in a cheap hotel
The desert’s quiet and Cleveland’s cold
So the story ends we’re told
Forgive the following hackneyed cinematic conceit, but let’s say it’s 1999. A voice whispers in your ear that in the relatively early years of the next millennium, the greatest starting pitcher in baseball and one […]
by Greg Prince on 11 August 2009 8:35 pm
What goes up, must come down as evidenced by both the 2009 Mets season (though I don’t remember a whole lot of up) and the Cyclone rollercoaster where Dave Murray modeled the classic FAFIF t-shirt at Astroland last week. The Murray clan had convened at Citi Field earlier in the day and, with a 9-0 win […]
by Jason Fry on 11 August 2009 4:48 am
To start off on a rather obvious note, game recaps are supposed to say something about the game you just watched, or missed, or fell asleep during, or were going to watch and didn't and now feel guilty about it. Let's dispense with tonight's game in relatively brisk fashion, then:
1. Mike Pelfrey was bad. Again.
2. […]
by Greg Prince on 10 August 2009 9:09 pm
FAFIF has gone Niagran! Sharon Chapman represents Met numerology on the US-Canadian border. Still no sign of Roy Halladay in blue and orange, but Sharon’s always a welcome sight.
No barrels necessary to get your FAFIF shirt. Just click here.
by Greg Prince on 10 August 2009 8:06 am
When it's a particularly positive development that the Mets have beaten the Padres, it can mean one of two things:
• The Padres are very good.
• The Mets are pretty bad.
The Padres haven't been very good all that often in their forty big league seasons. They've notched as many as 90 wins only three times. When […]
by Greg Prince on 9 August 2009 10:59 am
The bad news was as plain as the grin on Mat Latos' face after he laid down a successful sac bunt. Why shouldn't Mat with the missing 't' be grinning? He was beating the New York Mets. That and $2.25 qualifies him for a Metrocard if the fare hasn't gone up by the next time […]
by Greg Prince on 9 August 2009 10:58 am
Nice shirt, eh? Ross Chapman smuggled the Faith and Fear retired numbers across the border into Canada for a visit to Rogers Centre, still known to most of us North Americans as SkyDome. It’s awfully nice of him to wear our shirt on his adventures, but would it have been too much to request that […]
by Greg Prince on 8 August 2009 9:24 am
Oliver Perez rocked me to sleep late Friday evening, which was a nice change from the nightmares one usually experiences from watching him pitch. He was smooth, the Mets were winning, the Padres were quiet, it was San Diego at midnight…except for the lack of Southern California sunshine, it may as well have been the […]
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