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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 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 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. […]
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