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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 22 September 2009 7:38 am
The oft-scapegoated World Baseball Classic has a slaughter rule that would have been valuable to invoke last night, as first Pat Misch and then Lance Broadway proved they have excellent career prospects should teams need someone to throw BP. But alas, this wasn't a WBC game (there's something I never thought I'd type) and so […]
by Jason Fry on 21 September 2009 7:25 pm
Greg and I would like to ask for your help in finding out what we're doing well at our little blog, what we could do better, and to get some opinions about things we might do in the future.
Please help us out by taking a couple of minutes to complete this survey. It's completely anonymous […]
by Jason Fry on 20 September 2009 4:44 am
Shortly before 1 today Joshua and I headed out to get some lunch and run some errands. (Digression: Kids would learn the value of saving better if passbook savings accounts offered interest that wasn't microscopic.) Yes, I knew there was a Mets game imminent. No, I hadn't forgotten my responsibilities as a chronicler. I figured […]
by Jason Fry on 18 September 2009 5:46 am
Shockingly enough, the Mets lost. They started feebly, offered a little spurt of purposefulness, then rolled over and died.
Which was actually an improvement from the night before, when they expired in a fashion that should have been gut-wrenching but instead was just numbing. Not so long ago, the Mets losing on a game-ending error would […]
by Jason Fry on 14 September 2009 4:58 am
I want a world without gravity
It could be just what I need
I'd watch the stars move close
I'd watch the earth recede
— Jim Carroll (R.I.P.)
This may come as shocking news, so please sit down.
The 2009 New York Mets are not going to the playoffs.
The inevitable became the actual with tonight's 1-0 loss to the soon-to-be-N.L.-East-champion Phillies. […]
by Jason Fry on 12 September 2009 3:25 am
It's a measure of how far we've fallen (with farther to go) that I switched off the TV feeling that the Mets had eked out something akin to a moral victory by only allowing the Phillies to beat them by two runs. Nelson Figueroa bit and scratched and came out of things only vaguely mussed, […]
by Jason Fry on 11 September 2009 3:56 am
Yesterday fans who came to Citi Field got a free hot dog and the chance to watch the Marlins beat the sluggish Mets. But hey, it was a nice night.
Tonight it was cold with periodic spurts of rain. The Mets, meanwhile, meekly absorbed a horrific ass-beating, marked by more bases-loaded walks, dimwitted baserunning, grounders not […]
by Jason Fry on 10 September 2009 1:35 am
Lost to the Mahoning Valley Scrappers, 3-1. Season over.
Sigh.
There is scant comfort in baseball this year.
by Jason Fry on 9 September 2009 5:15 am
There are worse things than realizing your baseball team is bad.
For instance, there's realizing you long ago stopped noticing your baseball team is bad.
The Mets played the Marlins, and the Mets lost, with just a few bright flickers amid the gloom. There was Josh Thole, getting his first big-league RBI and continuing to show a […]
by Jason Fry on 3 September 2009 3:57 am
Oh, I remember games like these, Septembers like these.
The team has a playoff spot in its sights — and a pack of rivals that want the same prize. Your young hurler takes the hill; you know he’s good and can’t wait for the rest of the world to find that out. Your opponent is already […]
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