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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 26 May 2012 6:42 pm
“Is this heaven?”
“It’s Iowa.”
“I could have sworn this was heaven.”
—The Kinsellas, father and son, Field of Dreams
The Saturday game was a matinee. Planes could be heard rumbling overhead on TV. Rusty Staub was in evidence. High and deep fly balls hit by the home team left the home park for home runs. So-called scrubs excelled. […]
by Jason Fry on 28 April 2012 4:18 am
I’ve had a ball helping my co-blogger moderating panels at Hofstra’s New York Mets Conference over the last day and a half, as well as sitting and listening to smart Mets fans, former players and baseball historians amateur and professional discuss all things blue and orange. On Friday, for instance, I a) heard a great […]
by Greg Prince on 22 April 2012 2:30 am
The Mets all but screwed up a game started by Mike Pelfrey and it had absolutely nothing to do with Mike Pelfrey.
Now that’s what I call progress.
Other events covering the bottom of the eighth through the bottom of the ninth inning Saturday afternoon…now that’s what I’d call retrogression.
It was going to be such a simple […]
by Greg Prince on 21 March 2012 1:40 am
Lily Tomlin once wondered “what it would be like if we all became what we wanted to be when we grew up. I mean, imagine a world filled with nothing but firemen, cowboys, nurses and ballerinas.” In that fanciful spirit, imagine a world based entirely on the things we’ve seen in Spring Training.
The Mets hardly […]
by Greg Prince on 5 March 2012 3:40 pm
Tonight shortly after six, when Dillon Gee faces the Nationals’ Roger Bernadina with the first pitch that pretends to matter in 2012, strike one would be most preferable. Shortly thereafter, when Long Beach’s own John Lannan returns the favor sixty feet and six inches from Andres Torres, our new center fielder is advised to take […]
by Greg Prince on 17 August 2011 8:30 am
Usually when the Mets visit the Padres, even if it’s a good game — even if it’s a day game — it feels like it’s taking place at three in the morning. The Padres are the official team of the wee, small hours, no matter what the little and big hands say. Tuesday night’s game […]
by Greg Prince on 1 August 2011 12:27 am
Last Thursday, when Jason and I availed ourselves of the hospitality of the MLB Fan Cave, the first telecast that came on their massive wall of TV screens was the Marlins at Nationals. Like a good guest, I graciously asked our host, “Where’s the Mets game? I don’t want to watch the bleeping Nationals and […]
by Greg Prince on 16 July 2011 11:57 pm
I feel so bad for baseballs that are launched on a trajectory toward the top of the so-called Great Wall of Flushing. In most other ballparks, they’d be destined for their ultimate reward: some grateful fan’s loving mitts and a digit of immortality — anywhere between a 1 and a 4 — on the scoreboard. […]
by Jason Fry on 9 July 2011 2:58 am
Some games are taut testaments to the majesty of baseball when it’s played at the highest possible level by the best players in the world.
And other games are just fun.
Tonight’s opening tilt with the Giants certainly wasn’t a taut testament to anything, not with balls being misplayed and dopey stuff on the bases and grousing […]
by Greg Prince on 23 June 2011 6:00 am
I love backstories. I love tales of how we got where we are. I love marking the spot in space and time where what wasn’t became what is. Thus, I love now and again retracing my steps, now matter that I might wear out the carpet in illustrating the path that led me to now.
I’m […]
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