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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 16 June 2020 5:15 pm
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
Jimmy quit
Jody got married
I should’ve known
We’d never get far
—Bryan Adams
Together they started fewer than 100 games as Mets, yet there may be no trio of Met starting pitchers that occupies as […]
by Greg Prince on 12 June 2020 5:47 pm
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
But there ain’t no Coupe de Ville
Hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box
—Meat Loaf
If it feels like it’s been a while since the last official Mets game, it has […]
by Greg Prince on 11 June 2020 4:44 am
We are a few days from the 40th anniversary of the most Magical home run in Mets history — the Steve Henderson game-winner of June 14, 1980 — and should you care to treat yourself to a commemorative viewing, you can transport yourself to the evening in question and take in extended highlights of the […]
by Greg Prince on 2 June 2020 3:57 am
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
They swept away all the streamers
After the Labor day parade
Nothing left for a dreamer now
Only one final serenade
—Billy Joel
Eight years and a day ago, Johan Santana faced 32 St. Louis Cardinals. […]
by Greg Prince on 1 June 2020 4:18 pm
Imagine a world in which you walk down a fairly busy street; you feel perfectly fine; you carry no existential worries as you inhale and exhale without a second thought; you inherently respect everybody you pass, regardless of what they look like or where they come from; they inherently respect you; you take it as […]
by Greg Prince on 29 May 2020 1:57 am
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
You’ll never know the pleasure of writing a graceful sentence or having an original thought.
—Aaron Altman attempting to verbally torment a trio of toughs after his high school graduation, Broadcast News
I […]
by Greg Prince on 21 May 2020 6:05 pm
I came across a quote recently: “If you don’t think baseball is a big deal, don’t play it. But if you do, play it right.” The source is Tom Seaver, as told to Pat Jordan in Sports Illustrated in 1972. Tom, as ever, played it right and said it right. Yet even Tom at his […]
by Greg Prince on 19 May 2020 4:17 pm
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
I am determined to take our best traditions into the future. But with all respect, we do not need to build a bridge to the past. We need to build a […]
by Greg Prince on 15 May 2020 1:36 am
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
Under a big ol’ sky
Out in a field of green
There’s gotta be something
Left for us to believe
—Tom Petty, “Kings Highway”
It’s Opening Day 2002 at sunny Shea Stadium. The Mets have been […]
by Greg Prince on 5 May 2020 3:24 pm
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
When Willie Mays returned to New York, many saw it — may God forgive them — as a trade to be debated on the merits of statistics. Could the forty-one-year-old center […]
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