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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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Lights On
by Greg Prince on 31 October 2012 12:56 pm
We were without power for 31 hours. Big deal, the Mets were without power most of August.
Hope you and yours are all right.
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Glad that you guys are ok.
We’re still in the dark, but otherwise things are well.
Glad to hear it.
Anything revolving around the number 31 can’t be too bad.
We here in upper Middlesex County, NJ, have survived Sandy rather well. Only 46.5 hours w/o power. We consider ourselves lucky. Our thoughts are with those less fortunate than us in the tri-state area.
With the hatches battened down, I was able to read a good chunk of Steven Travers’ 2011 book, “The Last Icon: Tom Seaver and His Times”. I’m thoroughly enjoying the book. I’ll assume Greg and maybe Jason have read and enjoyed it, too.
One of the first books in a long time that Ive learned new things about the franchise and The Franchise.
I’m up to the 1969 World Series, specifically the part about the unauthorized anti-war pamphlet linked to Seaver. Finally, it’s a seemingly proper biographical treatment of our hero, warts, halo and all (with all due respect to the works by Jacobson, Schaap, and Schoor). I’ll be able to fully judge when I’m finished, of course.
You guys are way kinder to Travers than I would be, based on his book about the 1962 season, which was the single-worst baseball book I ever attempted to read. Leafed through the Seaver book, wasn’t moved to purchase.
Hmm. I have sneaked some peeks at online book reviews; some have used the word ‘hagiography’. Some passages were rather florid in their praise, but maybe I haven’t gotten to the most (overly?) worshipful parts yet.
By the way, I wasn’t moved to purchase either; the local library had a new, pristine copy.