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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 6 June 2007 5:55 am
A while back Emily and I lucked into a little windfall — not win-the-lottery stuff by any means, but enough for a bit of irresponsibility. Whereupon I broached the idea of HDTV.
Where HDTV was concerned, I'd been waiting for next Christmas for several Christmases now, determined to get a big flat-panel set with various bells […]
by Jason Fry on 31 May 2007 1:32 am
Before this game goes into the books for good or ill (ill's tucked in by the rail and riding hard), a word about the improbable events of last night — perhaps the only time in Mets history a walkoff home run will leave me and Emily blinking in puzzlement instead of leaping about. (I mean, […]
by Jason Fry on 28 May 2007 12:11 am
Mets 6, Marlins 4.
The Mets put up a four-spot in the fourth inning against Scott Olsen, Jorge Sosa held the Marlins at bay, and the relievers hung on despite two late Florida runs and the Mets leaving the bases loaded in the seventh and eighth. Seems pretty straightforward.
Ah, but it wasn't. Depending on which medium […]
by Jason Fry on 25 May 2007 4:40 am
I kept thinking of Smoltz's 200th win as the mirror image of Oliver Perez's 36th — he looked dominant for long stretches, acutely vulnerable at other times before wiggling out of trouble, and while he was clearly the star of the game, the outcome remained in doubt until the very end.
Yes, David Wright got fucked […]
by Jason Fry on 23 May 2007 4:35 am
Having won the first round of the basically meaningless Battle for New York, it was time to resume pursuit of the real prize — the National League East — and the foe that seems to have returned after a one-year sabbatical. So how'd it go against the Atlanta Braves?
Not so good. It was obvious pretty […]
by Jason Fry on 19 May 2007 2:19 pm
Make no mistake: Last night was fun.
There was Endy, gunning down Johnny Damon and turning our groans into cheers. There was Endy again, walloping an Andy Pettitte offering over the fence. There was Perez, whose game was in some ways more impressive than his Mother's Day throttling of the Brewers. He had everything working then; […]
by Jason Fry on 18 May 2007 6:11 am
What an appetizer for the feast that is interleague baseball in New York: one of those back-from-the-dead games that keep you in your seat or in front of the TV for years.
Eight years, in fact — we last overcame a four-run deficit in the ninth on May 23, 1999 off Curt Schilling and the Phillies. […]
by Jason Fry on 17 May 2007 5:27 am
This was a great win B.H. A lot of fun B.H. Jorge Sosa was again spectacular B.H. Carlos Gomez showed off his speedy young legs, his compact batting stroke and his veteran's eye at the plate B.H. David Wright showed signs that his revival is becoming a renaissance B.H. Carlos Delgado even flashed a little […]
by Jason Fry on 14 May 2007 7:07 pm
So Cliff Floyd is back at Shea and so are we — we'll both be in attendance for the first time in 2007.
Upper deck, Section 5, Row L, seat 4 and adjoining. If you're so motivated, get some oxygen bottles and Sherpas and come say hi. We'll be the guys going on about baseball cards […]
by Jason Fry on 14 May 2007 4:55 am
Just call us the Julio Franco and Carlos Gomez of fans. Combine an ice-cream crash and two hours of yelling and you get a tired boy destined to be dead weight on his mother’s lap from about Woodside to Grand Central.
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