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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 18 August 2011 3:06 am
Ah, Garbage Time. Been a while.
(Theatrical sigh.)
Garbage Time is weird. Losing generally produces a dull ache instead of the sharp pain felt while you still dream of the postseason, but winning, weirdly, can be more fun. And I know why: When your team’s aiming at first place, or the wild card, or even just has […]
by Jason Fry on 16 August 2011 3:13 am
If you spent the night renewing your membership in the Diehards’ Club by watching the Mets play extra innings against the Padres, you not only got to see a Mets win — you got ample opportunity to reflect on the team’s past, its future and (oh yeah) it’s glass-half-something present.
The accolades and the happy sentiment […]
by Jason Fry on 13 August 2011 2:05 am
Whatever hopes we had of catching the Braves (and somewhere in our Ya Gotta Believe hearts we all had them) have melted away over the last two weeks. At the end of July, you may remember, the Mets took four in a row from the Reds; since then, we’ve won a grand total of four […]
by Jason Fry on 11 August 2011 2:55 am
The last two nights, the Mets offered us a stirring reminder that while the playoffs may be out of reach, there’s still plenty of baseball to be enjoyed, whether you’re out at Citi Field, parked in front of the TV or wandering around with the radio as your companion. They played scrappy, fundamentally sound ball, […]
by Jason Fry on 9 August 2011 2:28 am
I saw this New York Times piece on my iPad and spent the next couple of hours trying to keep my blood from boiling.
I love the Times, but Jim Luttrell’s post is tone-deaf about Mets fans specifically, baseball fans in general, and ignores the actually interesting currents and tribes of the city in favor of […]
by Jason Fry on 4 August 2011 2:17 am
INT. CITI FIELD — NIGHT
Several dejected Mets are sitting around the clubhouse, half in and half out of their uniforms.
JUSTIN TURNER
God. We’ve lost four in a row, and the last three have absolutely sucked.
R.A. DICKEY
I know. Things were going sublimely in Cincinnati. I felt like we stood on […]
by Jason Fry on 3 August 2011 2:01 am
Well, Emily and I had fun for eight innings.
It was a lovely night, we warmed up for the game with my wife’s first-ever visit to Donovan’s (I wouldn’t say it’s the best burger in New York City, but it’s very good — a bar burger executed perfectly), and during the mid innings I got to […]
by Jason Fry on 30 July 2011 11:48 pm
Eventually it happens — the tumblers align all wrong, and one Faith and Fear blogger has Saturday night commitments, and so does the other Faith and Fear blogger. So you know more about tonight’s game than does your chronicler, and if you want to stop right there, understood.
I always feel guilty when I’m not at […]
by Jason Fry on 28 July 2011 10:41 pm
Carlos Beltran is wearing black and orange, like he was shorn of blue in a Citi Field makeover. It looks weird. It will for a couple of days, and then it won’t much matter. By then, I presumably won’t be listening to Giants-Phillies games just because Beltran’s a part of them.
The post-Beltran Mets can help […]
by Jason Fry on 27 July 2011 12:18 am
Now that was a fun game.
A mess, to be sure — a big, brawling, unpredictable, crazy game, with lots of reversals and no guarantees, particularly if you were a Reds pitcher asking your defense to get a freaking out already — but a fun mess.
For four innings Jonathon Niese looked untouchable, coolly sawing Reds apart […]
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