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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 17 August 2010 2:27 am
Checking in on the Mets from afar — There was only hit, and it was by Hamels? K-Rod did what? — while bouncing around between Florida and Rhode Island and various airports, I didn’t quite realize how mad I was at them. Until I sat down to watch an otherwise anonymous, playing-out-the-string game in Houston […]
by Jason Fry on 11 August 2010 1:29 am
Well, anybody see that coming?
I just got back from three days in San Francisco (where I risked my college pals’ wrath during our annual get-together by riding shotgun on Johan’s no-hit bid, resulting in a curious ambivalence when Placido Polanco RUINED EVERYTHING) and tomorrow morning I’m heading out for six days in Orlando and Providence, […]
by Jason Fry on 5 August 2010 10:03 pm
1. Ike Davis made an ugly error last night. But you were surprised, weren’t you? When Daniel Murphy or Carlos Delgado made an error, you weren’t surprised at all. And Ike’s still learning.
2. Somewhere out there, some kid spent today staring at the back of his or her first Mets baseball card, soaking up information […]
by Jason Fry on 3 August 2010 12:33 am
By now I’m not even mad at them.
No, the worst I can manage while watching the Mets stagger around and lose is a weary exasperation. The competitive portion of the 2010 season is nearing its end, and whatever disappointment I felt over that has dissipated by now. You never know, as baseball sages will tell […]
by Jason Fry on 31 July 2010 2:44 am
Part 1: Friday Night Frights
Went to see the Mets play ball. Lovely evening, and great company in my pals Wayne and Amanda, the latter a visitor and, horrible to say, a Yankee fan. (She was also a model guest — I didn’t once hear the number 27, an invocation of rings or a sentence ended […]
by Jason Fry on 28 July 2010 1:37 am
So tonight I was on the subway, and glanced up to see Citi Field outside the windows, and thought something strange: I don’t want to go.
There were a lot of reasons. For one, I had a ton of work to do — too much, it suddenly seemed, to burn an entire night at the ballpark. […]
by Jason Fry on 25 July 2010 2:17 am
The Mets lost another dreary game on the Road Trip From Hell, walked off the field for the numbing, seemingly impossible 12th time this season. (The franchise record is 14, an unhappy distinction shared by the ’74 and ’78 clubs; the major-league record is an all-too-achievable 16, which befell the ’69 Giants and the ’75 […]
by Jason Fry on 23 July 2010 1:51 am
Being a Mets fan lends itself to a certain pessimism — Tug McGraw’s “YA GOTTA BELIEVE!” always struck me as more of a desperate entreaty than a statement of confidence. But this stretch? This is as bad as it gets to be a baseball fan. If Phil Cuzzi doesn’t vapor-lock last week, we’re 0-8 since […]
by Jason Fry on 21 July 2010 12:39 am
In fact, I would like my money back, please.
What’s that? I listened to it on the radio, which is free?
Oh. WELL, THEN IT WAS WORTH EXACTLY WHAT I PAID.
/ fumes for a while
What’s that? You want a discussion of significant events? What on earth for?
Posterity?
Yeah, there is that, though I have trouble imagining there ever […]
by Jason Fry on 18 July 2010 6:50 pm
That’s all.
(Apologies to Greg.)
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