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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 28 May 2005 7:20 pm
Middle-of-the-day greetings, as tonight's posting weather is Uncertain with a 60% chance of drunkenness.
Is it possible for a team up two games to zip in a key series with a division rival to have that sinking feeling? Why yes it is. Hear that basso growl, the one with a hint of a high-pitched whine atop […]
by Jason Fry on 28 May 2005 3:13 am
We've seen enough horrors in Whatever They're Calling It This Year Stadium over the years to know that the crown always sits uneasy going into the ninth. By now, showing me a ribbon of teal or a split-second snippet of bags of grass-care products against cinderblock walls is enough to make me scoot for an […]
by Jason Fry on 27 May 2005 3:43 am
So I knew we'd be fine tonight. No, not when it was 43-3. Earlier. Not when Benson singled up the middle. Earlier. Not when it stopped raining in Florida. Earlier.
No, I knew all would be well at around 10:30 am PDT, about a minute after I cleared security in the San Francisco airport. […]
by Jason Fry on 26 May 2005 4:50 am
Jeez Louise, Greg. Can't I trust you to safeguard this team for four lousy days? Sheesh!
P.S. I walked by a bar in a grotty section of San Francisco and it had a giant neon Yankees logo in the window. I don't think I've ever seen a piece of Giants anything in New York. What's wrong […]
by Jason Fry on 24 May 2005 6:43 am
So this afternoon (California time) I straggle back to my hotel room after a long day about equally divided between work and technical problems trying to prevent me from work, plop down on the bed, look at the clock and do the away-from-home math. Whoa, I think to myself, it's like 8:30 in New York. […]
by Jason Fry on 23 May 2005 7:34 am
It's 3:30 Pacific time and I'm blasting up I-5 in a rental car, topping 80 in a valiant (and basically successful) effort to get to the conference I'm attending in time for a 4 p.m. meeting with a tech bigwig. I'm driving with one hand, flipping up and down the AM dial with the other, […]
by Jason Fry on 22 May 2005 5:49 am
OK, Dae-Sung Koo can have his name back.
In fact, after today it seems overly familiar to address him that way, since he's said he'd like to be known as Mister Koo. So be it. In fact, why stop there? After his ambush of Randy Johnson and the Yankees, he's Sir Koo to me if he […]
by Jason Fry on 21 May 2005 3:12 am
I should feel more disappointed. What's wrong with me?
I dunno. Is it that we all figured that between Brown and Zambrano, we and they would take turns cringing at the sight of our starter? Was it that while we played horrible baseball, they played only slightly less horrible baseball? Was it the momentary cheer from […]
by Jason Fry on 19 May 2005 3:47 am
People ask me what I do on an off-day when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for later in the spring. *
Off-days suck. They suck anytime. You've lost three of five, you've lost nine straight, you've finished the season having lost 90+ games and nobody […]
by Jason Fry on 18 May 2005 5:17 am
Good night to be a Kaz. Ishii was good and Matsui was better, writing a storybook finish.
I shouldn't feel so confident so soon after losing five of seven, but I went about various household chores waiting more or less calmly for us to come back and grab this one. Maybe it was just not […]
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