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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 18 December 2013 10:39 am
I assigned myself two missions as I arrived at Citi Field Tuesday morning to cover my fourth consecutive Mets holiday party for Queens schoolchildren. One I had planned, the other developed on the fly.
The ad hoc mission involved getting out of the bitter cold after an overly literal, presumably underinstructed windbreaker-wearing guard on the other […]
by Jason Fry on 13 December 2013 9:45 am
Oh, you suddenly wacky Mets.
No sooner had I fallen back into despair and trotted out my Sandy as Charlie Brown, Jeff as Lucy cartoon than it was announced that the Mets had signed Bartolo Colon — who’s equal parts huge, old and good — to a two-year contract that, like Curtis Granderson not long before, […]
by Greg Prince on 17 November 2013 3:50 pm
Sure, you could’ve sent Tom Seaver a birthday card today — or at least written “Happy Birthday, Tom” on a Post-It note and stuck it to the cork atop a bottle of GTS Cabernet Sauvignon en route to toasting the Franchise — but there’s a better way to greet the day the Met who gave […]
by Greg Prince on 26 August 2013 6:19 pm
Matt Harvey this afternoon told reporters, “I’m not a doctor.” At last I can confirm I have something in common with someone I heretofore assumed was everything and could do anything.
Matt’s not a doctor, so he can’t say much about the partial UCL tear heard ’round the world except that his right forearm had been […]
by Greg Prince on 16 August 2013 10:20 am
You know what Doc Gooden’s typical pitch count was when he was regularly registering double-digit strikeouts in 1984? Neither do I. It never occurred to me to ask. The only pitches any Mets fan was counting 29 years ago were the ones that resulted in strike three. That was the fun of the greatest new […]
by Greg Prince on 17 July 2013 1:43 am
The 2013 All-Star Game is barely over and I’ve already forgotten all but its most salient details:
• Tom Seaver threw out the first pitch, looking as robust as ever.
• Matt Harvey went two scoreless, settling down after two shaky batters, no thanks to his catcher Yadier Molina who’s supposed to be so valuable at that […]
by Greg Prince on 12 July 2013 1:02 pm
Perhaps I need to be more cynical, but I’m genuinely excited that All-Star Week is upon us and around us. Is it called All-Star Week? I can’t believe it’s not. I assume it’s trademarked and MLB is cashing in on it.
MLB will be cashing in off me in two scoops when I visit FanFest twice. […]
by Greg Prince on 17 May 2013 9:46 pm
They walked on Ninth Avenue, with Harvey and the two friends in front, his sister and her husband behind them. When they arrived at the restaurant, his sister was laughing about what had just happened on the street. “Do you know how many people just did the second take on you?” she said to her […]
by Jason Fry on 4 April 2013 10:36 am
In discussing my kid and his flickering hopes for the future, I left out one other new Met he’s excited about. It’s the same Met you went into last night excited about. Which means this morning we’re all giddy with a chance of liftoff.
And rightly so.
Matt Harvey was … well, words fail even this word-obsessed […]
by Greg Prince on 5 September 2012 9:50 pm
Now he’s at 18. Now this is getting to be a whole other kind of fun.
Oh, it was good, clean, dry fun — no rain, please; it disturbs everything for which he stands — from early on this season. And it was a veritable overflowing fountain cup of fun in the middle of the year […]
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