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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 19 December 2024 2:18 pm
For those keeping adjustable score of very recent, relatively quiet Met offseason acquisitions at home, you can pencil in the following:
Righthanded pitcher Yuhi Sako.
A southpaw counterpart named Brandon Waddell.
Jared Young, who plays first.
Catcher Chris Williams.
Righty Griffin Canning, who maddeningly contained Met bats one day last summer, so I can say, “Him I’ve heard of.”
If you […]
by Greg Prince on 9 December 2024 2:20 am
I decided to keep a new list for myself this winter, that of offseason additions. Every time the Mets make a move, no matter how minor, I open a Word file and type in the player’s name and his position; I also add his birth info to the conditional section of my all-time roster so […]
by Greg Prince on 31 October 2024 9:22 am
Elimination Day is a bit like Rosh Hashanah. You never know when exactly it’s going to show up on the calendar, yet it always fits the description of High Holy. This year, Elimination Day — no need to layer it with qualifiers, as there is only one elimination we as a Sheadenfreudic people celebrate perennially […]
by Greg Prince on 22 October 2024 3:53 am
And yet, it felt fantastical. I wasn’t entirely sure the road I walked was even there anymore. And even if it were there as the map said, and even if I went to walk it again on another day, another season, maybe in a different pair of shoes, it wouldn’t be the same road. I […]
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