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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 14 September 2011 2:26 am
… I was a stormtrooper for the New York Mets. For a night.
Some of you may know that the Mets aren’t my only dorky obsession. I’m also a lifelong Star Wars fan, and author of more than a dozen Star Wars books. So when the Mets announced they were hosting Star Wars Night — a […]
by Jason Fry on 12 September 2011 2:25 am
You know that Toshiba ad where they ship the laptop without the shock-resistant hard drive, and there’s a nationwide power outage and a guy drinks bad milk and turns into a zombie and bites his roommate and then there are zombies everywhere? (You’re a Mets fan, you have to know it.) I imagine Major League […]
by Jason Fry on 9 September 2011 2:01 am
Following too many losses I’ve tried to be philosophical: Watching your team lose a baseball game isn’t so bad — in fact, it’s the second-best thing you can do with three hours.
Which is sometimes true, but breaks down when it comes to doubleheaders. There are a lot of things that are more fun than watching […]
by Jason Fry on 7 September 2011 2:08 am
By about the fifth inning or so it was clear that the only way to capture this Bataan Death March of a game was chronologically, as fear ebbed and flowed and was overtaken by exhaustion. If you have trouble fixing just when something happened or recalling what sparked some outburst from me, rest assured that […]
by Jason Fry on 6 September 2011 12:58 am
Periodically you’ll read one of us insisting that subpar baseball is still preferable to sitting glumly around in the winter. I was thinking of that as the Marlins, having dispatched Chris Capuano, tattooed the even more hapless D.J. Carrasco, threatening to put 20 hits on the scoreboard of the hideous Soilmaster Stadium (or, if you […]
by Jason Fry on 1 September 2011 12:12 am
I’ve always kind of hated myself for liking Sept. 1.
When your team is in a pennant race, Sept. 1 feels like the car has shifted into top gear: You’re gunning for the finish line, and the only duties set to be assumed by rookies involve blowouts. If anything, you fear what may happen when your […]
by Jason Fry on 27 August 2011 12:18 am
The mysteries of baseball are part of its wonder, and nothing is more of a mystery than pitching. A pitcher can completely fall apart without warning, missing targets and walking guys until he’s trapped trudging around behind the mound, pain etched on his face. His mechanics are gone, the baseball feels like a foreign object […]
by Jason Fry on 22 August 2011 11:31 pm
Contrary to what you may glean from accounts of tonight’s game, some good things did happen in Philadelphia:
1. Ruben Tejada went two for three and crashed into the tarp to make a terrific running catch. Yes, this is the same Ruben Tejada who deserved half of an ugly error yesterday against the Brewers. I think […]
by Jason Fry on 22 August 2011 1:45 am
What’s happening to the Mets now is cruel, and hard to watch. But perhaps it’s not really unexpected.
Perhaps what was unexpected was the part we liked more — the walking on water, the withstanding injury after injury after injury, the playing scrappy, winning ball for so long. The recent run of misfortune feels like proof […]
by Jason Fry on 20 August 2011 12:51 am
Note: I started writing this in the Citi Field press box during the seventh inning, promising myself that if the Mets staged an improbable comeback I would groan and hit delete in honor of suffering beat writers everywhere.
“No cheering in the press box” is one of the oldest rule of sportswriting, and it’s one that […]
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