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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 24 August 2008 5:27 am
According to the gentleman sitting behind me way up high in Section 3 of the Upper Deck Saturday night…
• The Mets were headed to “Comeback City”.
• There was still “plenty of time left”.
• Every ball should have been thrown “to second!” even if the play was at another base.
• CLAP!
This dude — nowhere near qualifying […]
by Greg Prince on 23 August 2008 3:00 pm
The following message was transmitted electronically to supporters of Jerry Manuel overnight:
Friend —
I have some important news I want to make official.
I've chosen Scott Schoeneweis, Aaron Heilman, Pedro Feliciano, Brian Stokes and Luis Ayala to be my closer.
The bullpen and I will appear as running mates this evening in Flushing, New York — the same […]
by Jason Fry on 23 August 2008 3:43 am
On Thursday night Tom Seaver paid one of his periodic visits to the broadcasting booth, an occasion that should be a happy one for Met fans but somehow never quite is. Why not? Because whenever Seaver visits, you get the definite impression that he treats such drop-ins as if he's Zeus come down to blister […]
by Greg Prince on 22 August 2008 6:00 pm
Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales From The Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 385 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.
7/2/75 W Chicago 1-0 Matlack 2 3-1 W 7-2
When […]
by Greg Prince on 22 August 2008 3:00 pm
Why must my beloved Shea Stadium be strategically infested with morons? And can they remain inside the building once the demolition commences?
My morons from Thursday night stay in the game the way morons do: by drinking and cursing and not shutting nor toning down their yaps for a solitary second. There is nothing wrong per […]
by Jason Fry on 22 August 2008 3:25 am
It's a shame that, provided both are behaving more or less decently, players and fans don't interact more. Baseball's fun to play and fun to watch. (Of course, on a mind-bogglingly gorgeous night like tonight, sitting outside a bus station would be pretty much A-OK. But still.)
Take the bottom of the seventh. Carlos Delgado had […]
by Greg Prince on 21 August 2008 8:32 pm
If you want to feel welcome at Shea Stadium (or its successor facility), here's a piece of advice. Don't be the man on the mound when the Mets clinch the pennant there. All will never be right for you in Flushing again.
Our sample size is two pitchers, so the rule is open to interpretation. But […]
by Jason Fry on 21 August 2008 3:03 am
Not so long ago, Mike Pelfrey making it through the fifth inning would have been worthy of somewhat grudging attaboys. The Kansas righty had size, stuff, a first-round pedigree and the most-famous visible tongue this side of Gene Simmons, but he rarely had results. It felt like you could diagram most Pelfrey starts: He'd show […]
by Greg Prince on 20 August 2008 3:00 pm
We're nuts, we Mets fans. Honest to god we are. There was so much doubt permeating Shea Stadium last night, right up to the moment Delgado doubled in the eighth, that you would have thought we were the fourth-place team a dozen games out and that the Braves were the division leaders.
Force of habit, maybe, […]
by Jason Fry on 20 August 2008 3:25 am
If the Mets have led you to claw fingernail marks in your own palms this year — stigmata I think we all bear — then this was baseball as sweetest absolution. Stagnation, frustration, expectation, exultation and exhalation were the night's procession, as some bullpen tightrope-walking was followed by a barn-burner of an 8th inning and […]
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