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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 1 May 2013 9:43 pm
Help! I’m being held prisoner inside a Mets-Marlins series!
—Fortune cookie opened at Marlins Park this week, according to totally reputable urban legend
The Marlins were one of the two worst baseball teams playing at their eponymous park Wednesday afternoon. The Mets were the other one. Neither could be seriously described as the best of the pair. […]
by Jason Fry on 29 April 2013 12:41 am
Opening Day is, needless to say, the finest on the calendar. That’s true even if you’re a fan of a bad team, or one whose best-case scenario comes down to “can assemble some of the pieces required for a better future.”
The second game of the season, though, might be even nicer than Opening Day. The […]
by Greg Prince on 13 April 2013 9:20 pm
And God said, Let the frozen waters from the heaven be melted unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so.
And God called the dry land Target Field; and the grouping together of the opponents he called Twins: and God saw that they weren’t so good.
And God said, Let Harvey bring […]
by Jason Fry on 13 April 2013 1:10 am
OK, not quite … but it sure felt that way.
I would love to get an up-close look at Target Field, which I’ve seen praised as a wonderful park and the anti-Citi for its generous portions of Twinsiana. And one day I will. But tonight I was happy to be 1,200 miles away huddled on a […]
by Greg Prince on 9 April 2013 9:24 am
The Mets taking it to Roy Halladay is a great thing. I’m not sure that’s who they beat up Monday night, however.
That couldn’t have been the Roy Halladay who gave the Mets and the rest of the National League fits in 2010 and 2011 after owning the American League for years prior. This was the […]
by Greg Prince on 7 April 2013 1:01 am
It’s the golden hour for John Buck right now, that fleeting interregnum when the journeyman is master craftsman. It is a time to be savored.
John Buck drives in nine runs in five games, four of them in his fifth game to propel the Mets to a Saturday victory.
John Buck draws a roughing the catcher penalty […]
by Greg Prince on 5 April 2013 5:43 pm
We may lose and we may win
But we will never be here again
So open up, I’m climbin’ in
—Glenn Frey, The Eagles
And I said to myself, this is the business we’ve chosen.
—Hyman Roth, The Godfather
If you told me I was going to three games in a four-day span in the middle of the season, I’d say, […]
by Greg Prince on 9 February 2013 9:02 pm
Pitchers are the early objects of attention and, potentially, affection at Spring Training. Catchers tag along dutifully. Yet it would be athletically incorrect to frame them that way, so we politely refer to this golden interval in the dead of winter as Pitchers & Catchers. Most years, it could be Pitchers & Pitchbacks for all […]
by Greg Prince on 24 September 2012 12:24 pm
I’m happy on a Monday from attending two Mets-Marlins games Saturday and Sunday, I’m pretty sure, because the act of Mets baseball — seeking it out, absorbing it fully and wrapping up the leftovers to go — still fulfills me. The lousy record, the murky future, the uninspiring ownership and the dozens of obvious letdowns […]
by Greg Prince on 2 April 2011 10:43 am
Neither the world nor the season ended just because the Mets forgot that they never lose on Opening Day/Night. Still, the whole John Fogerty “beat the drum, hold the phone, the sun came out today” sensation usually associated with the first game of the year grew rather hollow once I realized what I was waiting […]
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