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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 12 March 2009 7:34 am
A staple of every book I ever read about Tom Seaver and every article I ever read about Doc Gooden in his prime was the testimony of a teammate who said he and everybody else played better behind their ace. Fielders were more confident, more on their toes, just sharper. Interesting to me that the […]
by Greg Prince on 4 June 2008 8:50 am
The accepted folkways of the big league clubhouse escape me. Even having grown up watching a team whose acknowledged leader — the player whose mere presence was and is universally acknowledged to have transformed the attitude of all those around him — was a pitcher, I’ve been hearing all my life that a pitcher can’t […]
by Greg Prince on 3 June 2008 4:00 pm
[H]ere, coming through the same tunnel as so many champions have walked before, the great man, Frank Sinatra, who has the phrasing, who has the control, who understands the composers, who knows what losing means as so many have, who made the great comeback, who stands still, enduringly, on top of the entertainment world.
—Howard Cosell, […]
by Greg Prince on 2 April 2008 12:44 pm
Helen and Madeline attend his funeral, using veils to cover their horribly deteriorated forms. They continue to bicker endlessly as they did when younger, and react mockingly when the priest describes Ernest as having attained eternal life and youth through his good works. Leaving, they tumble down the stairs and shatter into pieces (although this […]
by Greg Prince on 10 September 2007 3:07 pm
One of the very silliest things a very silly man who has a very large audience ever said regarded Pedro Martinez in April 2005. Pedro Martinez’s former team was presenting world championship rings to its players from the year before on the same day Pedro Martinez’s new team was opening its home season. Some of […]
by Greg Prince on 3 September 2007 11:33 pm
I’d had a vague plan to go see the Glory Days exhibit at the Museum of the City of New York today. It’s been on my to-do list since before it opened and it’s right up (or, technically, across town from) my alley.
But then I learned Pedro Martinez would be starting in Cincinnati. That’s enough […]
by Greg Prince on 4 May 2006 3:34 am
“Name?”
“Pedro.”
“All right, Mr. Pedro. What’s your first name?”
“No, I’m Pedro Martinez.”
“Yes, Mr. Pedro Martinez, how may I help you?”
“I’m here to pick up my Win.”
“Your Win?”
“Yes, I left Wednesday night’s game with a 3-1 lead after six, in the rain, and my manager entrusted it to our bullpen which is really good. Plus, it was […]
by Greg Prince on 5 October 2005 3:34 am
MOST VALUABLE METS AS EXPRESSED VIA THEIR BEVERAGE EQUIVALENTS
1. Pedro Martinez is Jolt Cola: Twice the sugar. All the caffeine. Not only can’t you close your eyes, you won’t want to. The hum in your head is unmistakable. Your senses are tingling. Gotta have another blast of that stuff. A sprinkler could come on and […]
by Greg Prince on 8 July 2005 7:43 pm
I can’t find evidence of his rant anywhere, but I recall Frank Sinatra, within the last decade of his life, delivering a spiel for the benefit of George Michael, the essence of which was, “You’re a star, baby — act like it!” It’s even better if you picture Phil Hartman doing Sinatra.
Ol’ Blue Eyes’ nebulous […]
by Greg Prince on 4 March 2005 9:41 pm
Podres to Conti to Pedro to Humber. Plus Koufax
floating around camp. Yes, it’s enough to make the heart sing. And Tom
Terrific hasn’t even shown up yet, assuming he still pops by to
dispense advice on grips and motions. We’ve got great pitching in the
past and in the future, and with Martinez on board, maybe at least […]
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