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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 4 October 2011 1:48 pm
With apologies to the late Warren Zevon:
Hurry home early, hurry on home
The Rays and the Rangers, and you’ll hear Gary Cohen
Fortunately, you don’t have to hurry home. At 2 o’clock Eastern, just flick on ESPN Radio (1050 AM in New York) wherever you happen to be. Or go to espnradio.com. Fire up the appropriate app. Hitch a […]
by Jason Fry on 7 September 2011 2:08 am
By about the fifth inning or so it was clear that the only way to capture this Bataan Death March of a game was chronologically, as fear ebbed and flowed and was overtaken by exhaustion. If you have trouble fixing just when something happened or recalling what sparked some outburst from me, rest assured that […]
by Greg Prince on 6 February 2011 5:38 am
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 3, 1999
SHEA STADIUM
FLUSHING, NEW YORK
GARY COHEN
The last of the ninth inning in the final regular-season game of the year. The Mets and Pirates locked in a one-one duel. The Mets needing a win to guarantee there will be a tomorrow.
Greg Hansell, a well-traveled twenty-eight year-old righthander, will pitch the bottom of the ninth […]
by Greg Prince on 12 June 2010 3:22 am
I have adopted a new all-purpose rating system lately, inspired by the presence on the New York Mets pitching staff of a certain knuckleballing journeyman who has won our hearts and made me lose my mind.
• If I like something, it is “rad”.
• If I don’t care for it, it is “icky”.
Why have I decided […]
by Greg Prince on 28 May 2010 2:55 am
It was a canyon of zeroes along the top line of the Citi Field scoreboard these past three nights. Read ’em, per sweep:
000 000 000
000 000 000
000 000 000
That’s what your defending National League champion Phillies left behind, thank you very much. More to the point, that’s what your homestanding New York Mets […]
by Greg Prince on 4 May 2010 9:49 am
I can’t get enough of Gary Cohen in the course of a game. Except for when I know he shouldn’t have just said what he just said.
Example one from Monday night: Oliver Perez is cruising along, as calm as the Ohio River. It’s the top of the fifth, game knotted at one. Ollie is being […]
by Greg Prince on 7 May 2009 6:44 pm
The Phillies are a family and it doesn’t matter if you are a popcorn vendor or a fixture like Vince, who handled dugout security, or Jimmy Rollins, the reigning MVP — you all might as well be wearing the uniform.
—Doug Glanville, New York Times, November 1, 2008
Doug Glanville’s loyalty and eloquence notwithstanding, there’s not much […]
by Greg Prince on 6 February 2006 12:13 pm
This afternoon Minnesota beat Oakland ten to four, Scott Baker bested Joe Kennedy, Michael Cuddyer homered for Minnesota, Mark Ellis for Oakland, so at the moment, the A’s two games behind the Angels in the American League West. Angels play tonight at home against Texas with John Lackey against Kameron Loe after Bartolo Colon picked […]
by Greg Prince on 5 February 2006 2:23 pm
I had planned to let you know to listen to Jonathan Schwartz’s show on WNYC-FM this afternoon. For 36 consecutive Super Bowl Sundays, Schwartz ran what he called a Salute to Baseball. Before there was sportstalk radio and downloadable files and Rhino Records, there was Schwartz spending one hour in the middle of football overload […]
by Jason Fry on 4 January 2006 5:20 am
We may be more than halfway home, but down in Met Hell we’ve still got a little ways to go. And two more permanent residents to confront.
In the non-baseball Inferno, the Eighth Circle of Hell was Malebolge, a domain of ditches separated by great folds of earth. The inhabitants of those ditches included hypocrites, thieves, […]
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