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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 1 September 2005 3:44 am
No reason to freak out. We go into September 1.5 games out with a chance to make it .5 before the day's done. Back in spring training, if you'd given me a choice between that scenario and whatever was behind Door #2, I'd have taken 1.5 games out and never wondered about what else we […]
by Greg Prince on 31 August 2005 7:35 am
Is that an earthquake?
No, it's Ramon!
Fans of Romy & Michele's High School Reunion, which include my six-pack partner and myself, will recognize the above line and may have very well applied it to the eighth inning Tuesday night. Laurie and I have been tossing it back and forth all season every time our backup catcher […]
by Jason Fry on 31 August 2005 3:31 am
Hang with 'em.
I kept saying that.
I said it in the 1st, when David Wright came up as the tying run and got under a Robinson Tejeda pitch. Hang with 'em, David.
I said it in the 5th, when Cliff Floyd came up as the tying run and hammered a first-pitch Tejeda fastball to center. […]
by Greg Prince on 30 August 2005 8:31 am
There's one silly story going around that's getting loads of attention and one fascinating story that should be obvious but has gone generally unreported.
The silly story regards Steve Trachsel and his place in the rotation. Oh yawn. Please, Steve, you couldn't be any more boring if you tried. And goodness knows you've tried.
You pitched a […]
by Greg Prince on 29 August 2005 6:53 am
The San Francisco Giants can go wait by the curb with the Brewers and the Royals (not our direct concern, but all of humanity was let down by those bargain-basement bumblers Saturday) and the rest of Sunday's baseball detritus. They lose two of three to the Phillies but beat us two of three? Some nerve. […]
by Jason Fry on 29 August 2005 4:28 am
What do you do when your offense has vanished again and you wind up dropping two of three to the Giants? You look for help from your friends, of course.
So let's call the roll.
God bless you, you St. Louis Cardinals. You're fine players and good people.
The Chicago Cubs are just terrific. Man, put a Zambrano […]
by Jason Fry on 28 August 2005 6:21 pm
Jose, we love you. Rest assured of that. Now, please keep working on working counts. Um, especially when the pitcher's walked three guys in the inning and the opposing manager doesn't have a reliever warm. Please, Jose?
But OK, yesterday's gone. In the New York Post, Kevin Kernan has a nice piece about Tim Hamulack, the […]
by Greg Prince on 28 August 2005 8:45 am
Ehh. Sometimes you get beat by a good pitcher. Believe me when I say that the following…
BOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
…is intended to help finish the road trip on a good note, not a recrimination for Saturday's 2-1 loss. You didn't expect the Mets winning streak to reach infinity, did you?
Did you?
Good news is Philly lost, so it's still […]
by Greg Prince on 27 August 2005 8:57 am
You an SCTV fan? If you are, then you’ll remember Monster Chiller Horror Theater, hosted by Count Floyd, Joe Flaherty’s version of every low-rent Friday night sci-fi filmfest emcee in every local market. What made it all the more resonant was that in its heyday, SCTV aired Friday nights at 12:30 on NBC (and is […]
by Jason Fry on 27 August 2005 5:03 am
Oh man, that eighth inning.
Trachsel clearly running out of gas (though I was happy to see Willie let him hit for himself and go out there), Tim Welke's Magical Strike Zone contracting, the count mounting on Mike Matheny, I'm muttering Come ON Trachsel, hit it to anybody though preferably not Diaz, then Michael Fucker (whose […]
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