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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 7 January 2018 4:06 pm
How does one define age?
“I wonder if I’m too old to be discovered by the Mets.”
How does one define full?
“Did you get enough to eat?”
“Enough? I got enough for the Los Angeles Dodgers and the New York Mets.”
How does one explore the year in Mets popular culture? By referring to words spoken by the signature […]
by Greg Prince on 29 December 2016 3:58 am
If there was one candidate for higher office everybody could get behind in 2016, it was Oscar Madison. Our favorite fictional sportswriter was running for New York City Council, which you might have missed amid other political news, but in reruns, the best campaigns always pick up right where they left off. In “The Odd […]
by Greg Prince on 30 December 2015 3:37 am
It’s the one where Dick Clark is improbably playing himself as an afternoon drive time disc jockey on versatile WZAZ radio, and part of his gig is calling New Yorkers at random with trivia questions. The topic, he says, is opera, “which for you kids out is music with a lot of killing”. The number […]
by Greg Prince on 30 December 2014 3:20 am
Oscar, Oscar…Oscar? We’d recognize his favorite team anywhere.
As another year nears its end, it’s time once again to tip Oscar’s Cap. That is provided it is not stuck under a sea of petrified tuna.
For the third consecutive year, we salute the New York Herald sportswriter who wore his heart on his head. Oscar […]
by Greg Prince on 13 October 2014 5:53 pm
What constitutes a trend? For our purposes, let’s say it’s when two people you know relay to you, independent of one another, the same piece of information accompanied by a similar slice of curiosity.
In her upcoming memoir, Not That Kind Of Girl, the reliably trendy Lena Dunham says her gynecologist used to pitch for the […]
by Greg Prince on 30 December 2013 12:33 pm
This just in, from the press box at Shea Stadium, where a 5-4-3 triple play hit into by the Pirates’ Bill Mazeroski just went unnoticed for the umpteenth time: the Oscar’s Cap Awards for 2013, recognizing the ongoing presence of the Mets in popular culture, both lately and eternally, have been announced.
The Oscar’s Caps, or […]
by Greg Prince on 27 December 2012 2:57 pm
Contrary to the tiresome claims every modern-day sportswriter makes about rooting for stories over teams and having no rooting interest otherwise, Oscar Madison of the New York Herald clearly had a favorite ballclub. If he didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve or in his widely read columns, his allegiance was evident on his head. […]
by Greg Prince on 2 April 2012 8:58 am
Every Mets fan who watches Mad Men religiously knows Lane Pryce is one of us, thanks to the orange and blue pennant that adorns his office wall. But perhaps you didn’t know just how devoted our British compatriot is when it comes to the fortunes of the 1966 Mets.
Unfilmed scenes tell the tale…
“Don, do you have […]
by Greg Prince on 17 October 2010 8:54 am
On a Sunday night in late August, viewers of Mad Men (whose season finale airs tonight at 10 on AMC) discovered Lane Pryce, British financial maven for ad agency Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce, had tacked on his office wall a New York Mets pennant, the period-appropriate kind he might have bought at Shea Stadium or […]
by Greg Prince on 28 September 2010 7:50 am
It’s a Sunday afternoon in September 1996. I’m at Shea Stadium with my best friend Chuck, diehard Met sympathizer, but better described as a bandwagon rider in terms of his actual Met fandom. Yet in September 1996, there is no bandwagon. There’s just me guilting him into joining me for a game against the Braves. […]
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