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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 3 October 2007 7:11 pm
TBS' postgame show will be presented by Captain Morgan Rum. What a coincidence. So is my week.
As the Phillies and Rockies prepared to kick off (take Colorado +3), I found one thing to take solace in. And it's a reach, but what the hell — it's not like I'm reaching into my pocket for Game […]
by Greg Prince on 2 October 2007 10:13 am
Before any of us could have known what the last day of this season would represent for all time, it was just going to be the last day of the season. I like to go to the last day of the season, probably even more than the first day of the season, though I like […]
by Greg Prince on 2 October 2007 5:07 am
Did you know the National League season just ended like half-an-hour ago? Yes, that was the Rockies and Padres pre-empting Family Guy on TBS. And it was quite a game.
Didn't watch every pitch of it (Stephanie was shocked that I wanted to watch any of it after my nonstop despondency since 4:30 PM Sunday), but […]
by Jason Fry on 1 October 2007 11:00 am
When it was over, when the disaster was complete, Joshua began to cry. That's the thing about being four — up until the third strike on Castillo, he really believed the Mets were going to win. It didn't matter that the Nationals were down 6-1 with two out in the ninth. He believed in them, […]
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2007 11:46 pm
Obviously, I retract every remotely positive thing I ever said about Tom Glavine. Fucking Brave can go fuck himself straight back to Fucklanta.
Obviously, I retract every remotely positive thing I ever said about Jose Reyes. When you go to winter ball, work on hitting the ball on a line and don’t be chummy with Miguel […]
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2007 5:00 pm
First pitch minutes away. But there's always time for a good show tune*…
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by Greg Prince on 30 September 2007 2:28 pm
All right brain, you don't like me, and I don't like you. But let's just get me through this and I can get back to killing you with beer.
Tom, we've had a strange relationship for five seasons. I made no secret that I never wanted you to be a Met and you always gave me […]
by Greg Prince on 30 September 2007 9:00 am
Yesterday I would not have believed
That tomorrow the sun would shine
Then one day you came into my life
I am alive again
—Chicago (the group, not the Cubs)
Five straight dreary night games gave way to a Saturday afternoon like few others in the history of the old multipurpose stadium hard by the Grand Central. Shea had, however, […]
by Jason Fry on 30 September 2007 1:21 am
Getting your bearings when you show up in the middle of a radio broadcast is always hard, and generally at least mildly comical.
So it was with me, back in New York more or less for keeps. The second the plane from Salt Lake City hit tarmac at JFK, I flipped on my radio. Something big […]
by Greg Prince on 29 September 2007 7:44 am
We rooted like hell. They played like crud.
We the fans may be Mets in every emotional way, but it was proven again Friday night that we the fans cannot hit, hit with power, run, throw, catch and pitch.
And…wait for it…neither can the Mets.
Either way, we're all on the outside looking in now. We are not […]
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