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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 19 September 2022 1:06 am
Glop is the word that occurred to me after sitting through the Mets and Pirates getting gloppy with one another at Citi Field Sunday afternoon. I don’t even know if I’ve ever used the word glop before, but it seems to fit. I had to look it up to make sure it really is a […]
by Greg Prince on 16 September 2022 11:03 am
A 7-1 win is, by nature, convincing. Thursday night at Citi Field, the Mets got the 7, the Pirates got the 1 — the Mets won by a lot, no doubt about it. Very convincing.
Very convincing for Thursday night, at least. Every win the Mets have racked up since September 2, within the parameters of […]
by Greg Prince on 9 August 2022 12:32 pm
“All right, Harold. Let’s do it.
“OK, everybody, Buck is available to answer questions. First, Steve.”
“Buck, great 5-1 win tonight over the Reds. In light of the passing of Olivia Newton-John earlier today, do we have to believe this Mets team is magic and that nothing can stand in their way?”
“Aw, is that right? Olivia Newton-John? […]
by Greg Prince on 3 August 2022 10:58 am
Juan Soto, now of the San Diego Padres, has been hailed as a generational talent, the type who comes along alone approximately once per metaphorical blue moon. His numbers, expressed by slashes and birthdays, support that assertion. Juan Soto is a .291/.427/.538 slasher through nearly 2,500 plate appearances and he’s not even 24 years old. […]
by Greg Prince on 11 July 2022 12:07 pm
So maybe it won’t be a runaway, a rout, a ravaging of the National League East. Maybe things are about to get real. Real challenging. The Mets are in Atlanta for the next three games. The Mets are also on top of Atlanta by a game-and-a-half, which looks precarious from any angle, especially from the […]
by Greg Prince on 31 May 2022 1:21 pm
Let’s be honest. Unless you were keeping close tabs on Casey Stengel’s bullpen between July 24 and September 18, 1962, you probably don’t have any idea what kind of pitcher Bob G. Miller was for the 17 appearances he made in a New York Mets uniform. But, to be fair to all concerned, you don’t […]
by Greg Prince on 24 May 2022 2:41 pm
Joe Pignatano was the bullpen coach. He was the bullpen coach when I got here. He was the bullpen coach forever. I’m using past tense only on a technicality. Forever is a mighty long time.
Piggy, as he was known also forever, has died at 92. The ballpark in whose bullpen he famously cultivated tomatoes preceded […]
by Greg Prince on 20 May 2022 4:56 pm
“The Mets — ah, the Mets! Superlatives do not quite fit them, but now, just as in 1969, the name alone is enough to bring back that rare inner smile that so many of us wore as summer ended.”
Summer, in a sense, has ended with the news that Roger Angell, who wrote the above sentence […]
by Greg Prince on 6 April 2022 5:32 pm
Baseball said goodbye this week to 83-year-old Tommy Davis, the two-time National League batting champ, the RBI king whose 153 in 1962 were the most in the NL in 25 years and would be the most in the NL for another 36 years, and the first American League hitter to make the most out of […]
by Greg Prince on 21 March 2022 9:02 pm
Armwise, I’m a righty who hails from a family of natural-born lefties. Sis is sinister by nature. So was Mom. Dad trended to the left side as a youngster, but this horrified his grandmother and he was converted to righthandedness before he was old enough to effectively protest. He lived 87½ years with the illegible […]
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