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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 8 April 2011 10:22 am
Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season consisting of the “best” fourth game in any Mets season, the “best” fifth game in any Mets season, […]
by Greg Prince on 7 April 2011 8:19 pm
Goodbye to the road. Goodbye to Whatever It’s Called Stadium in The Middle of Nowhere, Fla. Goodbye to that LandPhil where fly balls grow jet-packs in flight. Goodbye, for now, to Roy Halladay who doesn’t seem to mind pitching in that silly little bandbox. Goodbye to early evidence that we can hold our own against […]
by Jason Fry on 6 April 2011 11:25 pm
It’s an age-old fan question: Your team’s down seven runs, and not destined to win. Given this, how would you prefer them to exit stage final? Biting and scratching and clawing, even if all’s in vain? Or quickly and quietly, so as not to waste valuable pluck and luck? (Pluck and luck don’t actually work […]
by Greg Prince on 6 April 2011 2:40 am
If I hadn’t recognized the onslaught of orange by sight, my posterior would have know that texture of plastic anywhere. It was a 100% genuine Shea Stadium seat, one of four aligned against the front window of the Pine Restaurant at the Holiday Inn LaGuardia on 114th Street. Positioned as it was, it meant that […]
by Greg Prince on 5 April 2011 4:49 pm
SNY is breaking out the good stuff, Thursday night at 6:30. It’s the return of Mets Yearbook, and the edition they’re opening is 1969.
Is there anything else you need to know? I don’t think so.
Image courtesy of kcmets.com.
by Greg Prince on 5 April 2011 9:40 am
Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season consisting of the “best” first game in any Mets season, the “best” second game in any Mets season, […]
by Greg Prince on 4 April 2011 7:46 pm
Nothing makes any Mets fan who spent significant time with Bob Murphy from 1962 through 2003 happier than a Happy Recap. When the Mets would win, Murph would promise the cheerful postgame particulars after this important word from whichever sponsor on the WFAN (or WHN or WMCA, et al) Mets Radio Network. The Happy Recap […]
by Greg Prince on 4 April 2011 12:38 pm
The Maple Street Press Mets Annual 2011 is party enough by itself, but now it comes with its very own shindig. Swing by the Pine Restaurant at the Holiday Inn LaGuardia, on 114th Street across the Grand Central from Citi Field (just around the corner from the 111th St. stop on the 7), Tuesday night, […]
by Jason Fry on 3 April 2011 11:35 pm
It’s a silly but time-honored part of being a fan to make far too much out of the first few games of the year.
So, Opening Night: The Mets looked anemic at bat, Mike Pelfrey scuffled on the mound and Josh Johnson was borderline unhittable. DOOM! WE WILL NEVER WIN A GAME, EVERY PITCHER IS GOING […]
by Greg Prince on 3 April 2011 3:12 am
Josh Thole loomed as Mr. Metaphor Saturday night, falling down rounding first and getting his eager ass tagged out on a throw-behind from Emilio Bonifacio to Gaby Sanchez in the seventh, then picking himself up, dusting himself off and lining the go-ahead single in the ninth. Turned out, however, Thole’s destiny was to serve as […]
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