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ABOUT US
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 23 May 2010 8:20 am
The Mets took a lead, held a lead and only made you think it possible, not probable, that they would blow the lead.
Progress!
A good win for the Mets over the Yankees at Citi Field Saturday night. A good win beats any kind of loss, though I have to say in the fourteenth season of […]
by Greg Prince on 12 May 2010 10:48 pm
That was a brutal way to lose a baseball game. I’m referring to Wednesday afternoon against Roger Bernadina and the Nationals, though I could be referring to Monday night against the Nationals, Sunday afternoon against the Giants, last Wednesday against the Reds or last Monday against the Reds. Actually, the same could apply to the […]
by Jason Fry on 27 April 2010 8:00 am
Update: Here’s this story revisited for NPR.
Near the end of winter my neighbor’s younger brother died unexpectedly. Emily and I are friendly with our neighbor, and offered him our condolences. But we don’t really know each other, for all the usual city reasons that you regret on one level but mostly look past while you’re […]
by Greg Prince on 15 April 2010 10:33 am
“This is Country Time lemonade mix. There’s never been anything close to a lemon in it, I swear!”
—Kid from Shelbyville, “Lemon of Troy,” The Simpsons
Upset that the Mets don’t have a plan? Please. The Mets have never had anything close to a plan in them.
I swear.
It would be too easy to say “plan” is a […]
by Greg Prince on 13 April 2010 2:47 pm
Say — or should I say hey — you know who was a really good baseball player? Willie Mays.
You probably knew that already, but you’ll really know it if you read Willie Mays: The Life, The Legend by James Hirsch. You’ll know a ton by the time you float through its 560 pages of text. […]
by Greg Prince on 8 April 2010 3:56 pm
After Sean Green — who elicited the first visceral couch-to-TV reaction of 2010: “Get Sean Green the fuck off my team!” — gave up the laser shot home run to Dan Uggla in the seventh, building the Marlin lead to 6-1, I filed Tuesday night’s game in that one third you’re going to lose, per […]
by Greg Prince on 4 April 2010 3:55 pm
I have seen the past, and its name is the Mets Hall of Fame & Museum.
To all who thought the Mets loathed their own history, their self-hatred has come to a merciful end. To all who thought the Mets didn’t listen to their customers, their hearing tests came back with belated flying colors. To all […]
by Greg Prince on 4 April 2010 4:50 am
I wish I could remember the young man’s name. I remember his age, 15. I met him last summer on an Amazin’ Tuesday at Two Boots. Big Mets fan, big fan of the blog, he said. Within a few minutes of introducing himself, he was excitedly explaining to me why the Mets would be in […]
by Greg Prince on 30 March 2010 3:24 pm
It seems Kiko Calero and I shared a stadium twice last season, two games in late May when he pitched and I watched, yet I must confess I have zero recollection of him. It was too late in the action to be up and cruising for Daruma, hence all I can think is I was […]
by Greg Prince on 23 March 2010 11:48 am
The Mets, it was established when they were established, represented the New Breed. Their fans were descended from a tradition of Giants and Dodgers, but they — we — were something else altogether. We were not the past. We were the present and, by implication, the future. We were the stuff of 1962 when 1962 […]
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