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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 12 January 2009 2:52 pm
One of the first football player names I ever knew was that of Ralph Baker. His picture was on one of those stand-up fundraising cards you used to see at cash registers — you know, with slots where you could stick a quarter for charity. I don’t recall the cause with which Ralph Baker aligned […]
by Greg Prince on 8 January 2009 4:15 pm
Moving article by Mitch Albom in this week’s SI about the woes facing his Detroit, what with the Lions having gone 0-16 and the car makers doing measurably worse. He described an idea he had for a column nearly twenty years ago, getting together the main men from each of Detroit’s four big-time sports teams […]
by Greg Prince on 22 December 2008 8:33 am
How do Jets fans stand being Jets fans?
I’ve been a supporter of the Jets from a relatively safe distance since 1978. I won’t call myself a Jets fan in the sense that I’m a Mets fan, but I like them as a rule. I root for them against all outlanders always and even versus the […]
by Greg Prince on 21 December 2008 3:22 am
Best Metlike score one could hope for on December 20:
Your University of South Florida Bulls 41
Other Team from Wherever 14
That’s the final in the surprisingly prestigious magicJack St. Petersburg Bowl, played Saturday at a briefly reconfigured Tropicana Field — a multipurpose stadium whose purposes are baseball and football, you say? — up the road apiece […]
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 4 February 2008 3:46 am
The Mets completed a trade for the best pitcher in the world 52 hours ago. Eli Manning just led the heretofore mediocre Giants past the heretofore undefeated Patriots for the championship of professional tackle football. And, for all I know, cats are doing math.
Sheesh…these days everything is possible.
by Greg Prince on 4 February 2008 3:40 am
Given the opportunity, you had to know these Giants wouldn’t Skip the opportunity to win Super Bowl XLII.
Thanks, CharlieH, for sharing the cake.
by Greg Prince on 25 January 2008 8:10 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.
8/12/93 Th Atlanta 2-4 Gooden 11 35-42 […]
by Greg Prince on 21 January 2008 4:51 am
Kudos to my friend Mark for putting the NFC championship into Met perspective for me:
I root for the Jets, but I’d have to imagine for a Giants fan, that was kind of like winning Game 7 of the 2006 NLCS.
Yeah, I thought, kind of. There was a definite twinge of life after death that followed […]
by Greg Prince on 31 December 2007 11:00 pm
Today was the day when, in Met terms, I joined the numerical ranks of Tug McGraw and Pedro Martinez and latter-day John Franco when he was at his most lovable. Today, after a lifetime of being no older than 44, I wear a 45 on my back.
I seem to recall a conversation between Lou Grant […]
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