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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 1 January 2008 9:02 pm
I can't say for sure how much of it was the work of actual Mets fans like you who came here on purpose, how much of it was the misfortune of music-minded Googlers typing in the phrase “Top 500 Songs” and finding my Convoy-driven list instead of that from a more familiar source or how […]
by Greg Prince on 31 December 2007 11:00 pm
Today was the day when, in Met terms, I joined the numerical ranks of Tug McGraw and Pedro Martinez and latter-day John Franco when he was at his most lovable. Today, after a lifetime of being no older than 44, I wear a 45 on my back.
I seem to recall a conversation between Lou Grant […]
by Jason Fry on 31 December 2007 9:33 pm
Realization #84,024 That You Are a Hopeless Met Geek:
At the beginning of “I Am Legend,” the not-at-all-bad Will Smith postapocalyptic thriller Emily and I saw last night, we’re fed exposition about how an anticancer treatment becomes a virus that turns people into Yankee fans retarded, ultraviolent zombies who live in packs. We’re brought up to […]
by Greg Prince on 30 December 2007 3:18 pm
I’m flipping around the dial a little after 8:30 this morning and what do I come upon? SNY is showing the Mets and Cubs, in Japan, from March 30, 2000. It was the top of the eleventh. Zeile is on first. OrdoƱez is working out a walk. Mora comes up and walks as well.
I know […]
by Greg Prince on 28 December 2007 12:56 pm
Sesame Street came along a little too late to be of any use to me. It debuted while I was in first grade, when I already knew how to count, so my reaction to it was quit talking down to me, damn it (I also already knew how to curse). But because it was billed […]
by Greg Prince on 25 December 2007 10:36 pm
I don’t usually look at the Pennysaver. A pile of them, chock full of come-ons for discounted liquor, same-day service on dry cleaning and excellent prices on demolition and rubbish removal, is left in our lobby once a week and I walk right by without a glance. But a few weeks ago, the back page […]
by Greg Prince on 23 December 2007 8:57 am
We’ve been asking ourselves a lot lately, in light of everything that’s happened these last few months, why we remain fans of this team. We’ve been philosophical, we’ve been frustrated, we’ve been puzzled.
Well, enough of that. Here are the tangible totems of our Met fandom as delivered through the exercise we called March Metness. First […]
by Greg Prince on 22 December 2007 2:08 am
Hopefully, even though years ending in 7 and 2 have produced zero Mets titles, it won’t result in a series of bad trips.
I wrote that on January 5, slightly smug in the notion that for once, we would see a year that ends in a 7 or 2 produce a playoff season.
I was wrong. Sorry […]
by Greg Prince on 21 December 2007 12:53 am
Last week, New York magazine’s Intelligencer section noted David Wright was named the Police Athletic League’s athlete of the year…and presented a picture of former Chicago White Sox pitcher Dan Wright next to the item. This week, perhaps prompted by a flurry of complaints (or at least mine), the section wished a happy upcoming birthday […]
by Greg Prince on 19 December 2007 8:12 pm
Instead of being honked off that Michael Imperioli makes for one dismal Met and that Sports Illustrated reports a project centered on “the beer-swilling, cocaine-snorting 1986 Mets” is being passed on en masse in Hollywood (and honestly, would you trust anyone to make that picture?), I'm here to let you know that there's a wonderful […]
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