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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 13 September 2007 2:45 am
Billy Wagner was lost.
His momentum carried him across the first-base line, ball in hand. He got himself stopped, and turned, but didn't find the bag he was expecting — somehow it was an extra foot to his right, accessorized by a mildly dumbfounded Shawn Green. Oops! Billy kept turning, and Plan B arrived in the […]
by Jason Fry on 11 September 2007 5:31 am
Yunel Escobar was the first batter last night. and Oliver Perez looked horrible against him, throwing two balls very wide before getting a gift of a called strike. Fortunately, Yunel Escobar is young. After the strike call, he seemed to get antsy. Oliver struck him out, and that seemed to restore his focus on his […]
by Jason Fry on 9 September 2007 9:44 pm
With Pedro moving to 2-0, our magic number drops to 15, personified by Carlos Beltran (here receiving the hand slap of magic-number destiny from the embodiment of 16, Paul Lo Duca). Beltran’s had a rough first year, a glorious second year, and a third year that’s been a lesson in gritting it out until you […]
by Jason Fry on 9 September 2007 9:37 pm
And so another chapter is written in the epic that is Pedro J. Martinez: My True Story in Baseball.
When did he have you in the palm of his hand this time? When he walked to the mound, his playful demeanor in Cincinnati replaced by that gunfighter's stare? When he was forced into the possibility of […]
by Jason Fry on 8 September 2007 3:28 am
Eleven days ago, the Mets arrived in Philadelphia for a four-game series, six games up in the NL East — and (in case any of us forgot) promptly got swept. Today, we're six games up in the NL East. And there are just 22 games to play.
Reading my co-blogger's memories of 1997 reminded me of […]
by Jason Fry on 6 September 2007 1:00 pm
A while back, I found myself musing about a time machine, one that would let this Met fan engineer a place in the Holy Books for Terrell Hansen and Billy Cotton. Inevitably, this got me thinking of other, more substantial ways the Mets might have been nudged into a better course of action.
Specifically, I got […]
by Jason Fry on 5 September 2007 5:03 am
Not an inspiring slogan, perhaps, but it fits tonight's game well enough — a bleary, fuzzy mess of a game, one in which the Mets looked at best mildly interested, but the Reds' parade of horrible pitchers (Todd Coffey came in with a 6.04 ERA and saw it go up) ensured they'd fall up into […]
by Jason Fry on 4 September 2007 2:00 pm
He's been a constant companion to this team even when thousands of miles away, even when the team was in first place and he didn't have a single IP next to his name. What's the latest on Pedro? Is he long-tossing? Making a rehab start? How'd he feel the day after the rehab start? When's […]
by Jason Fry on 3 September 2007 1:41 am
You never know in baseball. Ecstasy can follow agony can follow ecstasy, round and round, fast enough to make your head spin. You’ll go mad trying to make sense of it, so don’t even try. But I do know this: The Braves are a game over .500, 7.5 behind us and 6.5 back in […]
by Jason Fry on 2 September 2007 2:18 pm
When you go to the beach, kids, don't assume there'll be an Ethernet cable waiting for you.
Anyway, this half of Faith and Fear is up and running on Long Beach Island, meaning baseball has taken its rightful space alongside sand, sun, water, trips to the grocery store for beer/grilling stuff/etc. and the continuing results of […]
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