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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 14 May 2006 9:17 pm
“I’m going to Port St. Lucie, which may not mean anything to you, but happens to be the spring training home of the…”
“New York Jets. Yes, you’ve told me. Josh, you can watch basketball on TV.”
“Yes, except the New York Knicks are a basketball team, the New York Jets are a football team and Port […]
by Jason Fry on 13 May 2006 1:16 pm
No need to panic. But wipe that smile off your face, Met fans. We've got trouble.
In any other situation, Jose Lima would now be James Baldwin: An old starter who comes apart like a cheap suit above 70 pitches is useless to a major-league-baseball team with any aspirations to play extra games. Lima may be […]
by Greg Prince on 13 May 2006 12:36 am
Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.
Twenty years, 43 Fridays. This is one of them.
Harking back to Spring Training 2006, the regular reader may recall one of my intermittent fits of panic regarding our team and my ability to relate to […]
by Jason Fry on 12 May 2006 3:52 am
This had to be one of the more quietly infuriating losses in recent memory.
First off, early on Gavin Floyd was making Cory Lidle look like Cy Young. He had nothing, and I was actually worried we would run up a big lead in the first couple of innings, watch the Phillies step out after every […]
by Greg Prince on 11 May 2006 11:57 pm
Behold the blowout! The mighty aberration! My team is kicking your team’s ass like there’s no tomorrow. You don’t want there to be a tomorrow because it is obvious that your team can never hope to compete with my team, because my team is blowing your team…OUT!
Perspective is pummeled in a blowout. I can’t see […]
by Jason Fry on 11 May 2006 2:05 am
Feel better?
Before tonight's game, I told Joshua “Tom Glavine is going to throw a no-hitter tonight.” Emily rolled her eyes. Joshua wanted to know what a no-hitter was. (See, he's already a Met fan.) So I told him, and then I decided to offer a twist on my usual no-hit ritual. Normally, each inning a […]
by Greg Prince on 10 May 2006 10:23 pm
And at least there's something that makes it OK: We get another one tomorrow.
The smoke shooting out of my ears when Heilman threw that ball away cleared sometime this morning. Your promise that another Mets-Phillies game would eventually arrive didn't make me feel any better, but since there's nothing I can do about last night, […]
by Jason Fry on 10 May 2006 2:38 am
“Baseball is a lot like life. The line drives are caught, the squibbers go for base hits. It's an unfair game.”
Typical of the early Mets that Hot Rod Kanehl's greatest contribution to the game of baseball would be a quote. Still, it's a pretty good quote. Kanehl would have liked tonight's game. Well, not liked […]
by Greg Prince on 9 May 2006 12:57 pm
Deep breath.
Coming next, nine games on the road: Philadelphia, Milwaukee, St. Louis.
Another deep breath.
After that, home: the Skanks, the Phils.
Fifteen games that won't make or break the season — we are 21-10, none of those opponents is looking forward to hosting or visiting us — but a real, extended test of what we are and […]
by Greg Prince on 8 May 2006 10:43 pm
Saw a dude at Shea yesterday sport a plain white t-shirt on whose front was drawn a clock. On the back, he or somebody assisting him scrawled LIMA TIME!
I wonder at what point in the afternoon he decided he’d ruined a perfectly good undergarment.
That Lima’s a pistol, all right. His right arm may never genuinely […]
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