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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 7 July 2010 11:07 pm
Believe it or not, some baseball games aren’t hell-for-leather affairs won by furious rallies, lost by closer meltdowns or somehow turning on a dread manifestation of Willie Harris. Sometimes a game walks along a tightrope for a while and finally tips one way or the other because of some little thing. And eventually you come […]
by Jason Fry on 6 July 2010 12:42 am
A day after playing a stultifying, graceless mess of a game that they won, the Mets played a bizarre, quietly fascinating game that they lost.
After you’ve watched enough baseball games, you find yourself wondering if the baseball cliché about seeing something you’ve never seen before should be retired. Because, really, how can that be? I’m […]
by Jason Fry on 5 July 2010 12:53 am
Admit it: When Cristian Guzman came to the plate to start the bottom of the ninth, you thought, “Oh crap, here we go again.”
When Guzman then wound up on first, you thought, “You have got to be kidding me.”
When Ryan Zimmerman singled, making it a save opportunity, you weren’t the least bit surprised to see […]
by Jason Fry on 3 July 2010 2:51 am
The good thing about 5-0 leads, besides the obvious Us > Them factor, is that it lets you screw up a fair amount and not have it be fatal. Which Jerry Manuel and Frankie Rodriguez promptly did, with a little help from Elmer Dessens. Elmer has somehow been fairly reliable, certainly reliable enough to be […]
by Jason Fry on 1 July 2010 2:57 am
Last night Emily and I continued our childless week with another excellent dinner and a sunset walk along the High Line, New York City’s startlingly beautiful conversion of an ancient freight railway into a meadowland in the sky. The Mets were even obliging us by being delayed by rain down in San Juan, where they’d […]
by Jason Fry on 27 June 2010 11:54 pm
If anyone hasn’t noticed, summer is here.
Oh boy, is it ever here.
Emily and I headed for Citi Field with our friends Erin and Marie on the first full day of our stay-home-and-work-vacation sans child (not to worry, he’s with grandparents having a fine time), and the blast furnace that was early-morning Brooklyn let us know […]
by Jason Fry on 25 June 2010 11:48 pm
Well, we will do that, but not quite yet. (I think I just interrupted an interruption.) First, let’s go back to last night.
Bases loaded, one out in the sixth, Tigers up 6-5, David Wright at the plate, and I was sure the Mets were about to at least tie the game and likely take the […]
by Jason Fry on 23 June 2010 11:27 pm
I got a story I really wanna tell
About R.A. Dickey at the O-K Corral
Now R.A. Dickey didn’t stand no mess
He wore a gun on his hip and a rose on his chest
R.A. Dickey’s a gunslinger (yeah, uh-huh, he must be)
R.A. Dickey’s a gunslinger (yeah, uh-huh, sho nuff)
Apologies to Bo Diddley, but too late: I […]
by Jason Fry on 20 June 2010 10:44 pm
Not so long ago, the Mets losing two in a row was something that happened at least twice a week, and three times if the week were particularly unlucky.
Now, it’s vaguely shocking. Waitaminute, we lost? But we’re great! We didn’t come back? Our starting pitching wasn’t dominant? Everything didn’t turn out OK?
In truth, Johan Santana […]
by Jason Fry on 19 June 2010 12:27 am
The Mets couldn’t win on the road.
Then they couldn’t win on the road unless they were playing the dregs of the junior circuit.
Then … then shut up already. Up in the Bronx (technically a road game) the Mets played with confidence and swagger and every other intangible you might want to believe in. And if […]
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