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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 15 November 2010 5:41 am
Bob Melvin. Terry Collins.
Terry Collins. Bob Melvin.
Really? That’s the best Team Genius can do for serious managerial candidates?
Seriously?
Yeesh.
Caveat: I haven’t interviewed Bob Melvin or Terry Collins. I haven’t worked with them. I haven’t spoken to their peers. I haven’t played baseball for either of them. Thus, I could be missing whatever it is that has […]
by Greg Prince on 12 November 2010 8:03 pm
A pretty darn good pitcher? Yes!
Horizontal cards are weird because approximately 98.8% of their peers are vertical, but they can be beauties, too. In honor of the release of this year’s The Holy Books collection, I present, as captured on the cordoned-off walls of the Empire level at Citi Field last August, what […]
by Jason Fry on 11 November 2010 5:28 pm
Yoo-hoo? Anybody miss me?
After a month of insanity (finishing a Star Wars book, grueling new freelance gig), I can finally think once again about my beloved New York Mets. (Nod to the beyond-awesome Citi ad set in Istanbul.) So let me sally forth by looking back — and giving a slightly overdue welcome to the […]
by Greg Prince on 10 November 2010 12:27 am
Band on the run…or at the end of it. Sharon's right wrist and the rest of her savors the NYC Marathon finish line.
Six hours, twelve minutes, twenty seconds. Six-thousand two-hundred forty-one dollars. Obviously you recognize those figures as how long it takes the Yankees and Red Sox to play seven innings and how […]
by Greg Prince on 9 November 2010 5:00 am
I want to go to a 2011 Mets game. I can’t wait. I never can. Theoretically, I want to go to them all, but that’s a prohibitive desire, despite all the swell enticements the Mets are offering. Right now, with the days suddenly disgustingly shorter and the air disagreeably colder, I think I need just […]
by Greg Prince on 5 November 2010 7:57 am
Welcome to Flashback Friday: Take Me Out to 34 Ballparks, a celebration, critique and countdown of every major league ballpark one baseball fan has been fortunate enough to visit in a lifetime of going to ballgames.
BALLPARK: Shea Stadium
HOME TEAM: New York Mets
VISITS: 402 regular-season games, 13 postseason games, 5 rainouts, 2 exhibition games, 1 intrasquad […]
by Greg Prince on 4 November 2010 3:00 pm
Sharon bands together with FAFIF and Team McGraw.
Frank Edwin “Tug” McGraw
Pitcher 1965-1967, 1969-1974
The free-spirited closer whose catchphrase “Ya Gotta Believe” became the rallying cry for the Mets run to the 1973 World Series … The left hander saved 25 games and was an emotional leader in the clubhouse as the […]
by Greg Prince on 4 November 2010 4:25 am
Once upon a time, a five-year-old boy was pulled out of kindergarten by his dad to attend a weekday afternoon baseball game. It was his first baseball game, and it was the greatest baseball game in the world as far as he knew. Forty-five years later, he could recite the details lovingly — at least […]
by Greg Prince on 2 November 2010 4:18 am
The grizzled cabbie craned his neck out of the taxi window to survey the madhouse on Market Street. San Francisco’s busiest downtown boulevard, even on normal days, was teeming with thousands of jubilant Giant followers. Car horns were honking. Orange and black confetti was fluttering from the windows above. Strangers were shaking hands, then embracing. […]
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