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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 2 September 2009 4:27 am
We drove down to Long Beach Island on Saturday, with the Mets/Cubs game getting lost between happy escaped-to-vacation road-trip music and offloading a rented SUV’s worth of stuff into the beach apartment. The first eight innings of Sunday’s game were spent on the beach; digital enthusiast that I am, I forgot to bring an old-fashioned […]
by Jason Fry on 31 August 2009 2:00 pm
Jeff Francoeur, you may have heard, hit into an unassisted triple play the other day, one that ended a briefly promising ballgame for the Mets.
It was the second time this year I was left sitting on the couch with my jaw apparently broken, dangling uselessly below the rest of my face while I tried to […]
by Jason Fry on 27 August 2009 4:19 am
(For posterity: Mike Pelfrey was bad. Cory Sullivan was briefly good. Mets lost in Florida. None of this matters.)
The Mets, I fear, are about to tumble into an abyss. I fear they are nearing a horrifying period, duration unknowable but probably not brief, that will damage the franchise and fray its ties with its fanbase. […]
by Jason Fry on 23 August 2009 8:14 pm
I always said my hope was that sometime in a hopefully long lifetime of watching baseball, I’d get to see an unassisted triple play.
I suppose I might have qualified that a bit.
In other news, it’s not our year.
by Jason Fry on 23 August 2009 7:14 pm
Angel Pagan, ’69 Topps style, with Seaver and Agee behind him. A nice touch from a very nice Citi Field ceremony.
by Jason Fry on 23 August 2009 6:47 pm
Well, thanks Ollie. That was memorable.
What better time to rewind for a belated look at last night’s celebration? (Apologies for the “belated” part — your correspondent arrived exhausted and slept like a dead thing.)
The Mets did a nice job with the ceremony: There was Howie Rose behind his podium, scenes from ’69 on the big […]
by Jason Fry on 22 August 2009 4:51 pm
For the Mets, whatever happens between first pitch and final out has become secondary. There are injury woes, draft-pick signings, waiver claims, contract disputes and front-office assessments that are more important and usually more interesting than the outcome of the actual games. At this point, the Mets' 2009 W-L record is a measure of how […]
by Jason Fry on 21 August 2009 3:53 am
In some parallel universe, Billy Wagner also jogged in from the bullpen for the 8th inning and retired the side in order. But in that parallel universe, the other eight defensive position were occupied by something other than surplus Buffalo Bisons, and we were thinking about October instead of about April.
I'd like to live […]
by Jason Fry on 20 August 2009 4:24 am
Last night Emily and I were out with friends and after dinner we all stopped into a bar somewhere in the West Village, picking our watering hole based on the fact that we could see a little lighted square of Mets game up there above the heads of the bartender and the patrons.
On the way […]
by Jason Fry on 16 August 2009 3:27 am
In retrospect, why were we surprised? Didn’t it stand to reason that David Wright would go down too? And didn’t it make sense that, having failed to injure himself sliding into third or stretching for a bag or descending the dugout steps or conducting other maneuvers that have waylaid unwary Mets, the cruel baseball gods […]
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