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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 Jason Fry on 2 July 2012 12:48 am
The o gers’ lone concession to competitiveness Sun ay night was sen ing the rather won erful Clayton Kershaw to the moun , but in the early going not even a Cy Young awar -winning lefty with an evil curveball was enough to ispel the funk that’s settle over o ger Sta ium for the […]
by Jason Fry on 30 June 2012 2:14 am
…because we’re running out of them for R.A. Dickey.
The already-undermanned Dodgers had no chance against a knuckler that was once again unhittable. None whatsoever. The degree of their no-chanceness was such that for a good part of the night we were all grousing about whatever happened to Andres Torres out there on Aaron Harang’s pop […]
by Jason Fry on 28 June 2012 1:54 am
How strange is it that it’s been 13 months since the Mets visited Wrigley? We say this every year, but it’s strange. Fuck interleague. More games against real rivals, harumph, harumph.
That’s from the email exchange Greg and I had discussing who was recapping what in the Cubs series — a conversation I kept thinking about while […]
by Jason Fry on 27 June 2012 10:34 am
So I met a friend for drinks around 7. Then, well, it was time to eat, so we did that. Since I was on recap duty, I peeked guiltily at the game a couple of times during dinner. The Mets were up 2-0, which mollified me slightly. Then they were behind. Walking home, I turned […]
by Jason Fry on 24 June 2012 12:43 am
OK, first of all: Ouch.
We had the bastards … or so it seemed.
Going into the game, I was nervous about Chris Young’s fly-ball tendencies given where fly balls hit by the Yankees tend to land, as last night’s Cano/A-Rod/Andruw barrage demonstrated. I didn’t have to be: Young was great, stifling the Yankees through six innings […]
by Jason Fry on 21 June 2012 12:00 am
If the Mets need a new midseason slogan, how about this one:
THE MOST EXCITING .500 TEAM ON EARTH!
Splattered by the Yankees in three straight at Leni Riefenstahl Stadium, the Mets then rose up in indignation and savaged the Rays on the road, sweeping a three-game set. They then strutted home from that encounter […]
by Jason Fry on 20 June 2012 1:34 am
The poor Orioles are getting killed at Citi Field, and they don’t have a clue.
Yesterday it was R.A. Dickey, armed with a knuckleball that was for all intents and purposes unhittable, one he used to write the latest chapter of his remarkable story. Greg chronicled R.A.’s second straight one-hitter here yesterday; today Roger Angell — our […]
by Jason Fry on 18 June 2012 3:40 am
Sunday was Father’s Day. My kid woke me up with a card he’d made. It showed us in the stands, with the figure in green with a mitt on one hand and a ball descending toward the two figures’ outstretched arms. The card read HOME RUN! Pretty nice way to start the day.
We got to […]
by Jason Fry on 15 June 2012 2:52 am
Good luck outguessing baseball: After kicking the ball around and losing two out of three to the Nats and then getting kicked around by the Yankees for a horrifying sweep, the Mets absolutely flattened the Tampa Bay Rays for a sweep of their own, turning an imminently horrific 1-5 road trip into a respectable 4-5 […]
by Jason Fry on 13 June 2012 12:54 am
It’s not a good sign when you miss nearly all of the Subway Series, then are relieved that your team has an off-day.
I was at my 25th high-school reunion over the weekend, and so the Debacle in the Bronx was reduced to occasional bleary, baleful glowers at my phone, with the exception of a couple […]
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