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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 Jason Fry on 9 July 2011 2:58 am
Some games are taut testaments to the majesty of baseball when it’s played at the highest possible level by the best players in the world.
And other games are just fun.
Tonight’s opening tilt with the Giants certainly wasn’t a taut testament to anything, not with balls being misplayed and dopey stuff on the bases and grousing […]
by Greg Prince on 8 July 2011 1:30 pm
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 that includes the “best” 82nd game in any Mets season, the “best” 83rd game in any Mets season, […]
by Greg Prince on 8 July 2011 5:45 am
Greg Gibson is bad. That’s all there is to it.
Clayton Kershaw is spectacular. That, too, is all there is to it.
If the Dodgers wanted to beat the Mets every game ever, they’d start Hong Chih-Kuo each time and never take him out.
The Mets can’t afford to play shoddy defense. Nobody can, obviously, but there’s a […]
by Greg Prince on 7 July 2011 1:00 pm
“Hey Mabel!”
“What is it, Harry?”
“Let’s go to the ballgame!”
“What ballgame? You haven’t been to a ballgame since 1957.”
“I know, but I have the strangest yen to go to one.”
“Since when?”
“Since I got this invitation.”
“Invitation, Harry?”
“Yeah, Mabel. Says we should meet the Mets.”
“We, Harry?”
“It’s very specific. Says I gotta bring ya. And the kids.”
“Freddie and Frieda […]
by Jason Fry on 7 July 2011 2:45 am
Fate took Johan Santana away, and we wondered if the season would be lost. It hasn’t been.
Then Fate came for Ike Davis, and we feared the same. But the Mets kept plugging along.
Then David Wright heard the knock at the door. The Mets kept rolling.
Now Jose Reyes is detained by Bad Luck, we hope only […]
by Greg Prince on 6 July 2011 1:00 pm
Thursday night at 9 o’clock, revisit the original sign of the apocalypse when SNY airs Mets Yearbook: 1979. I realize we express this type of sentiment fairly regularly where this dynamite series is concerned, but it defies the laws of nature that somebody actually produced a highlight film from a 63-99 season that in no […]
by Greg Prince on 6 July 2011 3:20 am
“But I don’t believe it, because come this Sunday you’re going to be doing what you always do. You’re going to be sitting right in this chair drinking beer, watching TV and swearing at Joe Namath.”
—Mike Stivic, to Archie Bunker, after Archie suddenly gets religion
FACT: Mike Pelfrey sucks, especially on the road.
UPDATED FACT: Mike Pelfrey […]
by Greg Prince on 5 July 2011 12:30 pm
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” 79th game in any Mets season, the “best” 80th game in any Mets season, […]
by Jason Fry on 5 July 2011 3:02 am
Playing the Yankees is one of my least favorite parts of the season. The same goes for West Coast trips.
Yet over a stretch of 30 hours or so, both turned out pretty nicely.
I mostly missed the Mets’ marvelous, off-the-deck mauling of Mariano Rivera, as I was away with friends in Vermont in a place where […]
by Greg Prince on 3 July 2011 9:09 pm
Perhaps the cosmic forces could handle only so much suck for one Sunday. It was gloomy outside. It was gloomier on TV. The Mets were one out from being swept out of Citi Field by the last people you’d ever want to let near a broom. Jose Reyes was, for all we knew, playing phantom […]
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