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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 17 June 2005 4:39 pm
What were you doing ten years ago today? I'll tell you what you were doing ten years ago today.
You were meeting me for the first time. And me you.
Happy anniversary, co-blogger. Our first game together was June 17, 1995, exactly a decade past. Time really books the Concorde, don't it?
The occasion, you will no doubt […]
by Greg Prince on 17 June 2005 4:28 am
The Mets ended their 32-year winless drought in Oakland, to say nothing of a more pedestrian three-game losing streak, Thursday afternoon. I dared to confirm it on television, even. But why take my word for it when we had a special correspondent on hand to bear witness?
My oldest friend in the world (oldest in the […]
by Jason Fry on 16 June 2005 5:08 pm
You ain't missing nothing, pal. Though if I'd been wearing a tie to watch last night's game, at least I could have used it to choke myself until I passed out. While unconscious, I might have dreamed of nicer things. Like a team that can hit.
OK, that's a bit of an overreaction. Victor pitched very […]
by Greg Prince on 16 June 2005 3:58 am
“Greg, come in. How are you doing this week?”
“Well, doctor, I’ve been having some issues.”
“I see. I know mid-June is always stressful for you. Is it that it’s June 15 and you’re having flashbacks to the Wednesday Night Massacre? You know, Greg, that was 28 years ago and obsessing on it isn’t going to bring […]
by Jason Fry on 15 June 2005 5:11 am
FROM: Jason
DATE: 15 June 2005 1:11 am
TO: Minaya, Omar; Randolph, Willie
CC: Piazza, Mike; Mientkiewicz, Doug; Cairo, Miguel; Reyes, Jose; Wright, David; Floyd, Cliff; Beltran, Carlos; Diaz, Victor; Anderson, Marlon; Glavine, Tom; DeJean, Mike; Matsui, Kazuo
BCC: Graves, Danny
SUBJECT: 135 Minutes of My Life
Gentlemen, tonight I decided to watch the lot of you earn the gross national […]
by Greg Prince on 14 June 2005 2:20 pm
When Fantasy Park at Delusional Place is finally built, I imagine the Mets will copy what the Phillies did and what the Cardinals are doing by having somebody reasonably appropriate go out to right field and remove a number from the wall to count down how many games remain at Shea in its final season. […]
by Jason Fry on 13 June 2005 10:17 pm
So, amid all the unhappiness about playing dead with the Angels in town, I keep remembering something: Did we just get a new stadium?
Privately financed. $180 million in infrastructure moolah from the city. Next to Shea. Would open in 2009. Gets built even if New York doesn't get the Olympics.
I seriously can't quite believe this […]
by Greg Prince on 13 June 2005 12:38 am
You and I haven’t gone to enough games together this year. The next time we do we have to make sure we finally see him.
Win or lose, he’s the main attraction. The big draw. The reason so many people look forward to going to Mets games lately. It may be the trendy thing to do, […]
by Jason Fry on 12 June 2005 6:43 pm
Turns out I didn't miss the Monsta's Ball. After a singularly tasty meal at Shake Shack, our party (me, Emily, The Human Fight, HF Girlfriend Peggy) headed downtown to await Pete, who'd decided to drive in to meet us. Pete's choice was a way bar downtown, one that's virtually deserted early on weekend nights. Good […]
by Greg Prince on 12 June 2005 7:17 am
It’s Cliff Floyd’s world. We’re just living in it.
Our left fielder, our cleanup hitter, our heart, our soul, our leader, our de facto captain, our barometer of what’s what, our very own Monsta took care of business that desperately needed attending to Saturday night.
Cliff Floyd is in business…business of kicking Brendan Donnelly’s ass. And let […]
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