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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 Jason Fry on 28 October 2011 8:57 am
Thanks to a fairly brutal stretch in the life of a freelance writer, I’d fallen asleep before the last out of every World Series game so far.
If I’m fated to only stay awake for one, at least I picked the right one.
If you like your baseball spine-tingling, heart-stopping and cliche-channeling, Game 6 was a game […]
by Jason Fry on 29 September 2011 8:00 pm
Dear brethren in Atlanta and Boston,
We’ve been where you are. We know how you feel.
Braves fans, on Aug. 25 your team led the Giants by 9 1/2 and were given 99.2% odds of making the playoffs. Sox fans, on Sept. 3 you were up by nine games on the Rays, with playoff odds of 99.6%. […]
by Jason Fry on 29 September 2011 12:30 pm
For a from-the-seats perspective on Closing Day, I’ll bow to my partner, who was actually there.
I saw it on SNY, and like a lot of you wound up with emotional whiplash: My euphoria at Jose Reyes’s hit was followed in uncomfortably short order by bafflement that his day was done practically before it began, which […]
by Jason Fry on 27 September 2011 3:56 am
What was fun: watching Jose Reyes hit, hit and hit again. Ryan Braun later followed Jose Jose Jose Jose’s three-hit performance with a pinch-hit double, but with two days to go Jose’s .334 is a whisker of an eyelash above Braun’s .334, or at least so says ESPN.
What was less fun: watching Jose Reyes go […]
by Jason Fry on 24 September 2011 7:55 pm
The Mets are playing a day-night doubleheader, and so are we: My take on the day game will be followed by Greg’s report on the nightcap.
The Mets’ late-season swoon has annoyed me of late, but the morning still found me down in the dumps. Joshua and I were headed to Citi Field for our last […]
by Jason Fry on 22 September 2011 10:44 pm
Short of doing something that will get you arrested, you can’t affect the outcome of a baseball game. Your hooting and hollering does nothing. Neither does praying, cajoling or threatening. Baseball takes no notice of your swaggering overconfidence and ignores your pretend humility. It does not care that you care. It does not care that […]
by Jason Fry on 21 September 2011 2:22 am
In delivering our Detention Lecture for Yahoo! Sports, Greg and I noted some silver linings about the 2011 Mets, most notably that they had a number of players who made leaps in how you think of them, whether the jump was between “useful player” and “potential star” or “bench guy” and “bona fide regular.” Your […]
by Jason Fry on 19 September 2011 12:47 pm
Our pals over at Yahoo’s Big League Stew sent the 2011 Mets to detention, and sent in me and Greg to scare ’em straight. Here’s what we said.
Reaction to Sunday’s rousing win, meanwhile, is over here.
by Jason Fry on 18 September 2011 10:42 pm
Sometimes it’s great when the Mets make a hash of my plans.
Getting ready for today’s game, I had a promising albeit rather sorrowful blog post mapped out — it was going to deal with the Cyclones, the Sand Gnats, childhood and the inescapability of Chipper Jones. And that plan held after Chipper doubled in the […]
by Jason Fry on 16 September 2011 1:46 am
The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.
That, of course, is by Bart Giamatti, a sweet, sad salute that will be quoted […]
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