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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 27 June 2019 10:23 am
Before the Internet, original thoughts were easier to enjoy. Nowadays, thanks to all manner of instantaneous communication, you realize that clever thing that just occurred to you organically occurred simultaneously to others, perhaps many thousands of others. Gosh, you tell yourself, maybe I’m not so clever or original.
But it doesn’t mean your thought wasn’t right, […]
by Jason Fry on 19 June 2019 11:08 pm
Well, the Mets’ renaissance lasted for a grand total of one game.
The team had been weirdly aggressive on the bases for a couple of days, with formerly timid runners lighting out for the next base and even a double steal secured. But the good times screeched to a halt in the sixth inning Wednesday night. […]
by Jason Fry on 19 June 2019 12:37 pm
Before Tuesday’s game the Mets diverted a river into the Augean stables of their bullpen, sluicing Jeurys Familia onto the IL with a vaguely defined shoulder injury and washing Drew Gagnon out to Syracuse, in favor of Daniel Zamora and newcomer Stephen Nogosek.
Mickey Callaway also called a team meeting, after which his players said all […]
by Greg Prince on 1 August 2017 4:45 pm
I’m not the type to carelessly leave a hat on a train, but on Sunday, I apparently carelessly left a hat on a train. I came home, realized I didn’t have it and inferred it rode the LIRR eastbound without me. If I wore hats regularly, I suppose I would have found it on my […]
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