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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 12 August 2005 1:28 am
The worst 13 minutes of the season — worrying if Mike Cameron could move under his own power, worrying not just about a suddenly little thing like the rest of his season, but about his career and his life. It's astonishing to realize that Cameron has a broken nose, multiple fractures of both cheekbones and […]
by Jason Fry on 10 August 2005 1:22 pm
6,934 games, which includes eight ties, through July 26; 11 games since then for 6,945; 54 postseason games (in which we're 37-27) for 6,999.
All good, except for one thing: What's 37 + 27?
If you said “54,” you too can write follow-up posts explaining why people should have taken your warning seriously that everything you […]
by Jason Fry on 9 August 2005 4:42 pm
Six on the Coast, six back at home, then back out west for seven in Arizona and San Francisco. Buckle up!
I'm out of the business of making predictions about what this maddeningly crazy team will do next, beyond the rather obvious remark that these two trips should have a lot to say about which way […]
by Jason Fry on 7 August 2005 4:55 am
What you saw, I only heard.
Today was a day for what would normally be called errands and chores, except these were no ordinary errands and chores. These were errands and chores the way a pitching assignment is a pitching assignment when you're, say, brought in to pitch to Derrek Lee with the game on the […]
by Jason Fry on 5 August 2005 2:19 am
What a difference a couple of days makes: Mike Piazza packed his bags for Denver and Houston with 390 home runs to his name, having passed some guy named Bench and drawing within sight of #400 — making his onrushing twilight cruise around the Shea harbor look like it might be one to remember very […]
by Jason Fry on 4 August 2005 4:42 am
Well, they weren't saying “LOOOOO” tonight.
Still, the fans were booing the wrong guy. Looper was clearly tired before he even arrived, with no life on his fastball. Not a big surprise after throwing 35 pitches last night in melting-lead August heat. By the same token, Roberto Hernandez (40 years old, 34 pitches last night, […]
by Jason Fry on 1 August 2005 4:38 am
“Cammy”
(as sung by Cliff Floyd, July 31, 2005)
March down in F-L-A
Skip said music couldn't play
Going mad in Port St. Hole
Till you cranked the stereo
You couldn't come north
Right field it went to
Victor, but he didn't stay
Packed him off to Triple-A
I've been hittin' bombs
But Omar's looking
One and five on this trip
We gotta start cooking, oh Cammy
Remember in […]
by Jason Fry on 30 July 2005 4:00 am
What's too good to be true, Jace?
Why, I'm glad you asked. Take your pick:
1. Thinking that after playing impressively at home, we'd go to two of the National League's more offense-friendly parks and do something other than play little ball, and not very good little ball at that. Even John McGraw and Ring Lardner liked […]
by Jason Fry on 29 July 2005 1:50 pm
My night last night:
* Watch Pedro admiringly. Grouse that Taveras' bunt should have been an error on Wright. Realize Dave O'Brien is right to note it would have been an extraordinary play, and should indeed be a hit. Grumble.
* Keep watching Pedro admiringly. Grouse that Everett's home run would have been a flyout at Shea. […]
by Jason Fry on 28 July 2005 4:40 am
9-3 wasn't nearly enough. Not when it's the Rockies playing in our own personal dungeon. Thinking that my memory was just possibly faulty in grumbling that we had a 3-54 record all-time at Coors Field, I hopped on over to Retrosheet to figure out our real record. Which, by my calculations (meet my version of […]
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