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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 8 November 2021 3:15 pm
The alliteration was irresistible, but Pedro Feliciano wasn’t so much perpetual, per the clever nickname tagged on him by the SNY booth, as he was constant. Granted, the two words work in adjacent cubicles at Roget’s, but perpetual implies something that goes on forever. Constant — in noun form — is something that is always […]
by Greg Prince on 25 May 2021 8:32 am
It’s presumptuous to project thoughts onto the deceased. The deceased can’t speak for themselves, yet we the living haughtily decide what they might be thinking if they were still with us. I do anyway. For a decade now, I’ve done it with Dana Brand.
Though it’s presumptuous as hell, I do it because I miss Dana. […]
by Greg Prince on 7 May 2021 12:48 pm
From the deep well of numerical sustenance baseball is wont to give us on any given day, Thursday afternoon it gave us, among other digital delights, 7 1-hit innings from Taijuan Walker; 1 base hit from Francisco Lindor after 26 hitless at-bats; 11 walks issued to would-be Met batters from Cardinal pitchers (including 4 consecutive […]
by Greg Prince on 31 January 2021 5:36 pm
It’s a summer night in 2008. Utilityman Marlon Anderson has gone on the 15-day DL with a strained hamstring. To replace him, the Mets, in Houston, look to their geographically proximate Triple-A farm club in New Orleans and call up from the Zephyrs infielder/outfielder/hitter Daniel Murphy. His first plate appearance, versus Roy Oswalt, results in […]
by Greg Prince on 28 January 2021 4:53 pm
We need not mourn the departure of Long Island’s Own Steven Matz, traded to Toronto for younger pitchers Sean Reid-Foley, Yennsy Diaz and Josh Winckowski on Wednesday night. Nor need we celebrate his deletion from Met ranks. Sending Steven packing was just something that needed to be done.
Still, Matz, soon to turn 30, was no […]
by Greg Prince on 24 September 2020 12:30 pm
The online Mets fan world suffered a loss this month when Warren Fottrell passed away at the age of 62. Though the name might not ring a bell, his work would probably elicit a ripple of recognition from anybody who’s ever clicked around in search of Met images. Inevitably you’ll find pictures of baseball cards […]
by Greg Prince on 1 June 2020 4:18 pm
Imagine a world in which you walk down a fairly busy street; you feel perfectly fine; you carry no existential worries as you inhale and exhale without a second thought; you inherently respect everybody you pass, regardless of what they look like or where they come from; they inherently respect you; you take it as […]
by Greg Prince on 12 July 2019 2:39 am
“The New York Post has asked me to cover the World Series for them if the Mets get into it. They said they couldn’t pay me for the articles, but might, just might, be able to pay some, only some of my expenses — like, maybe hotel, but not travel. That’s very similar to the […]
by Greg Prince on 9 June 2019 8:23 pm
I want to be on a winning team with Todd Frazier.
I want to be pointed at by Todd Frazier while he stands on second and nods vigorously in my direction.
I want to […]
by Greg Prince on 6 June 2019 12:38 am
Vargy! Vargy baby! Where ya goin’? C’mon, have a seat. Lemme buy ya a cold one. Barkeep — anything my man Vargy wants, it’s on me. My man worked up quite a sweat out there tonight.
Listen, Vargy, that was some game […]
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