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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 12 August 2005 2:57 am
I had business north of the city Thursday afternoon. By the time it wrapped up, the Mets and Padres were already in the fourth, the inning when Beltran walked, stole second and, thanks to Robert Fick forgetting to lower his shades on a foul pop into the Petco sun, got driven in by Cliff Floyd. […]
by Jason Fry on 12 August 2005 1:28 am
The worst 13 minutes of the season — worrying if Mike Cameron could move under his own power, worrying not just about a suddenly little thing like the rest of his season, but about his career and his life. It's astonishing to realize that Cameron has a broken nose, multiple fractures of both cheekbones and […]
by Greg Prince on 11 August 2005 5:44 am
Could it be? It looks like it…it is! It's a victory in a previously impossible precise circumstance: The Mets won the second game of a way-out-west road series for the first time all year.
Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles and all that. The Mets put an end, at least for one supersatisfying night, to the […]
by Jason Fry on 10 August 2005 1:22 pm
6,934 games, which includes eight ties, through July 26; 11 games since then for 6,945; 54 postseason games (in which we're 37-27) for 6,999.
All good, except for one thing: What's 37 + 27?
If you said “54,” you too can write follow-up posts explaining why people should have taken your warning seriously that everything you […]
by Greg Prince on 10 August 2005 7:43 am
I can't stress how much I'm not kidding about how the Mets should not be allowed to cross west of the Mississippi River ever, ever again.
With Tuesday night's loss to the Padres in San Diego, their 2005 record in games played in that half of the country — The Dirty Thirty I've been dwelling on […]
by Jason Fry on 9 August 2005 4:42 pm
Six on the Coast, six back at home, then back out west for seven in Arizona and San Francisco. Buckle up!
I'm out of the business of making predictions about what this maddeningly crazy team will do next, beyond the rather obvious remark that these two trips should have a lot to say about which way […]
by Greg Prince on 8 August 2005 7:54 am
Sunday night’s game got off to a great start. Our Zambrano pitching out of a jam. Their Zambrano struggling. Beltran, Floyd and Wright all having fun in the Build-A-Run Workshop. An excellent game right into the bottom of the third.
Which is when I turned it off.
Sunday night. Nine o’clock. Six Feet Under. Third-to-last episode ever. […]
by Jason Fry on 7 August 2005 4:55 am
What you saw, I only heard.
Today was a day for what would normally be called errands and chores, except these were no ordinary errands and chores. These were errands and chores the way a pitching assignment is a pitching assignment when you're, say, brought in to pitch to Derrek Lee with the game on the […]
by Greg Prince on 7 August 2005 2:11 am
Ever have one of those days that feels perfectly normal while it's in progress but is totally bleeping surreal once you take a step back from it?
I went to the game today. I have the ticket stub to prove it. The Mets won 2-0. It's in my Log, so I'm duck positive it happened. But […]
by Greg Prince on 6 August 2005 8:29 am
It was the ninth inning and to be honest I wasn't paying that much attention. We seemed to have it in the bag (which I understand is different from having it in the bag, but it felt OK) and the only mystery remaining was to see who would be pitching the final frame. I was […]
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