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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 9 January 2017 5:03 pm
Friday night, as I was watching the Nets lose — an activity surely signifying the depths of winter for both me and the team to which I’ve clung through four post-Julius Erving decades as if I’m convinced the Doctor will be coming out of the locker room shortly to start the second half — we […]
by Greg Prince on 25 April 2015 9:03 pm
Thanks for coming along. I know you hate when I drag you shopping, especially when there’s been so much riveting local sports on TV, but with all I needed to pick up for my Saturday night paragraph, I needed somebody’s opinion on how it all goes together.
I’m gonna try all these facts on for size. […]
by Greg Prince on 22 April 2015 7:47 am
If you’re a sports fan, the best Aprils are the most stressful Aprils. In competitive context, such Aprils are the least cruellest of months, but they can play on your nerves.
The two teams I root for in winter, the Nets and the Islanders, have made it to spring’s playoffs. It beats their having to go […]
by Greg Prince on 15 May 2014 9:47 am
There are nights when you love how much you love sports. And then there are nights like Wednesday when you prefer to drown your sporting sorrows in prime time soap operas.
The Nets, who occasionally lift my spirits in spite of my knowing that eventually they will find a way to pull them down, mishandle them […]
by Greg Prince on 5 May 2014 1:51 am
For a pleasant change, Bichette didn’t happen to the Mets on Sunday. Unlike the first three games of their just-contested four-game in Denver, the Rockies didn’t crumble all over our starting pitcher. Our starting pitcher was Dillon Gee. While other Mets starters have seen their best days or are no doubt striding toward them, Dillon […]
by Greg Prince on 7 January 2014 4:08 am
A warm if non-baseball observation to pass along in the midst of a brutal cold snap: the Nets belong in Brooklyn. I confirmed it Saturday night.
It was my second trip to Barclays Center. Last season’s was for novelty’s sake. This one was more for basketball. I’m pleased to report that no matter the cynical aspects […]
by Greg Prince on 3 November 2012 8:03 pm
In his 1970 book, The New York Mets: The Whole Story, Leonard Koppett concluded that by 1967, “the Mets had become a deeply rooted Long Island entity,” an allusion to geographic proximity, customer base and overall vibe. The Mets played in a Queens venue situated conveniently adjacent to the parkways and expressways that fed Nassau […]
by Greg Prince on 15 March 2012 12:13 am
If you can handle a brief diversion from achy players and tetchy managers (not to mention defendant owners), it overjoys me to report that in a rare March game that counted and got my attention, it was USF 65 Cal 54 Wednesday night in Dayton. Really, it was more like Silent Cal, as they trailed your University […]
by Greg Prince on 8 March 2011 10:32 pm
Anthony Crater, No. 10, presumably in tribute to Rusty Staub.
My alma mater won’t see the Big Dance. It will be lucky to see a square dance. I’m guessing that by this time tomorrow, all they’ll be seeing is the plane home to Tampa. But by gum, after trailing Villanova by 16 […]
by Greg Prince on 30 November 2009 1:16 am
In 2008, you’ll recall, the Mets let Willie Randolph dangle on the precipice of removal, take a flight to the West Coast, manage one game in Anaheim and then fired him (announcing it, infamously, after 3:00 AM Eastern time). It all seemed pretty shabby.
Not quite eighteen months later, the New Jersey Nets, off to a […]
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