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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 21 February 2010 7:50 pm
In a post to Twitter, Rick Coutinho of ESPN Radio says RHP Sean Green has modified his delivery, and his sidearm motion is even more pronounced than it was last year.
—A leading indicator (via MetsBlog) that Spring Training is already too long
Anybody who was caught up in the peer pressure of seventh grade in the […]
by Greg Prince on 31 December 2009 2:10 pm
How appropriate for a person who sees almost everything through Mets-tinted lenses that on the final day of this decade I turn 47. When I see 47, of course, I see not so much a chronological measurement but a uniform number. And when I see that uniform number at the end of this decade, I […]
by Greg Prince on 4 February 2008 8:31 am
Eighteen weeks ago yesterday I learned definitvely the dangers of counting chickens and magic numbers before their proper and complete hatching. Yesterday I learned the flip side: never assume something can’t happen just because it doesn’t seem remotely probable that it will.
What a difference eighteen Sundays make.
For the Baseball Mets-Football Giants fans among us — […]
by Greg Prince on 1 February 2008 1:51 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 358 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.
9/26/07 W Washington 3-6 Humber 1 194-160 […]
by Greg Prince on 11 January 2008 3:29 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 358 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.
7/25/07 W Pittsburgh 14-12 Gl@v!ne 15 189-153 […]
by Jason Fry on 6 November 2007 1:13 pm
Welcome to the third annual rundown of players who made their Met debuts in the now-completed season, brought to you by baseball cards and obsessiveness.
A brief review, that the initiated can skip (provided they haven’t skedaddled already): I have a pair of binders, dubbed The Holy Books (THB) by Greg, that contain a baseball card […]
by Jason Fry on 6 November 2007 1:12 pm
Here they are, in all their cardboard glory. Comments here. Sorry about the slippers — needed something to prop up Gomez and Sele.
by Greg Prince on 18 October 2007 8:39 pm
I experienced an epiphany one day in 2007. It was Wednesday, May 30. I was kind of punchy, having fallen asleep on the reclining love seat in the living room after coming home from the Armando-Jose-Delgado twelve-inning thriller of May 29, and perhaps a little loopy from the fumes of the fire that broke out […]
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 11 July 2007 8:40 am
Willie Mays emerges in centerfield after the briefest videoboard introduction in which he was pictured mostly in the cap and uniform he wore when he was first wowing his millions of fans several thousand miles to the east. He’s engulfed Teddy Ballgame-style by a mostly new generation of All-Stars: a few perennials, but primarily young […]
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