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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 20 August 2009 4:00 pm
I'm all for the myths and carrots that keep us going as fans in discouraging years. We deserve ideals and distractions after giving our all to a team that has given us far less than planned, projected or promised. We're the ones who invest our hopes and dreams and keep investing despite no sight of […]
by Jason Fry on 20 August 2009 4:24 am
Last night Emily and I were out with friends and after dinner we all stopped into a bar somewhere in the West Village, picking our watering hole based on the fact that we could see a little lighted square of Mets game up there above the heads of the bartender and the patrons.
On the way […]
by Greg Prince on 19 August 2009 10:05 am
Sunday night, while waiting for the season premiere of Mad Men, I tuned into the rain-delayed start of the ESPN game, Phillies at Braves. A ball took a weird hop over Adam LaRoche's head in the top of the first and I reflexively cheered because it meant trouble for the Braves. When I realized the […]
by Greg Prince on 18 August 2009 12:55 pm
It’s the ninth inning. The Mets are losing 10-1. The Mets have been losing 10-1 essentially since the first of June. It’s been the ninth inning just about as long. This particular rendition of the same old song has featured the cream of Omar Minaya’s ambitious Fifth Starter Procurement Program on lead vocals. The GM […]
by Greg Prince on 17 August 2009 4:00 pm
UPDATE: THIRD AMAZIN' TUESDAY IS SEPTEMBER 15, 7:00 PM, WITH GREG PRINCE, JON SPRINGER, JEFF PEARLMAN AND JOHN COPPINGER, TWO BOOTS TAVERN. CURRENT INFO HERE.
So you've given up on the season. That doesn't mean Tuesdays will be any less Amazin' when you take part in the next AMAZIN' TUESDAY.
One week from tomorrow night — August […]
by Greg Prince on 16 August 2009 11:36 pm
If the Mets win in a forest and I don't hear the Giants fall, did it still happen?
Sure it did. But the Mets winning in a walkoff usually creates a great big resonant sound in my Sunday as long as I'm near a TV or a radio carrying the broadcast. And I was — I […]
by Jason Fry on 16 August 2009 3:27 am
In retrospect, why were we surprised? Didn’t it stand to reason that David Wright would go down too? And didn’t it make sense that, having failed to injure himself sliding into third or stretching for a bag or descending the dugout steps or conducting other maneuvers that have waylaid unwary Mets, the cruel baseball gods […]
by Greg Prince on 15 August 2009 6:50 am
Here's a confession whose content should surprise you, the regular reader, as much you were stunned when you heard Pete Rose admit he gambled:
I didn't like Citi Field.
I didn't like Citi Field when it began to rise. I didn't like Citi Field when I first set foot in it for an exhibition game. I didn't […]
by Greg Prince on 14 August 2009 2:34 pm
Welcome to Flashback Friday: I Saw The Decade End, a milestone-anniversary salute to the New York Mets of 1969, 1979, 1989 and 1999. Each week, we immerse ourselves in or at least touch upon something that transpired within the Metsian realm 40, 30, 20 or 10 years ago. Amazin’ or not, here it comes.
If the […]
by Greg Prince on 13 August 2009 8:04 am
That doctor from SNY's constantly airing New York State Smokers Quitline commercial — the one who comes into the examining room and tells that poor, haunted guy all the diseases he risks contracting from indulging his filthy habit (kind of like a one-man death panel) — might make a good medical liaison for the Mets. […]
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