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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 Jason Fry on 19 July 2023 11:34 pm
Finally!
The Mets got the Justin Verlander they paid $43 million for — the fireballer who made opponents look silly as a Houston Astro, the no-doubt-about-it Hall of Famer, the top-of-the-rotation ace. And what a difference it made.
I was there, in surprisingly good Excelsior seats behind home plate (a crummy year has some silver linings), close […]
by Jason Fry on 25 July 2018 10:45 am
It was, admittedly, one of those Everything Has to Go Perfectly ideas: Emily and I were landing at JFK a little after 4, taking the subway home to drop our luggage, then turning around and getting back on the subway to meet her father and our niece at Citi Field to see the Mets take […]
by Greg Prince on 26 May 2013 3:17 am
“One night against San Antonio, we announced a crowd of eight hundred and six, and I sat there during halftime and I started counting the people in the stands, and my best guess is there were really about four hundred people at the game. And I went up to Rudy Martzke, who was then the […]
by Greg Prince on 6 May 2012 6:44 am
Johan Santana knows from customer service. We ask the ace to pitch like an ace, his year away from acedom notwithstanding, and on Saturday he delivered like, well, an ace. Not Johan of the Twins nor Johan of the Trade (let alone Johan of His Finest Hour and several sublime Met moments before and after) […]
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