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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 11 April 2005 3:09 am
The Germans have handy words for lots of complex emotional states, most notably Schadenfreude,
defined for 40-odd years now as “the feeling of pleasure when the
Yankees don't win the World Series.” Do our crafty German friends have
a word for “the giddy high that one doesn't want to hear is in fact not
a high, but merely a […]
by Jason Fry on 10 April 2005 3:45 am
Here's a memory for the Old Perfesser that seems all too appropriate:
Once upon a time you warned of Ron Swoboda, shortly after he was seen
hopping up and down in the Met dugout trying to get a stomped-on helmet
off his spikes, “He thinks he's being unlucky, but he's gonna be
unlucky his whole life if he don't […]
by Jason Fry on 9 April 2005 4:15 am
Tonight I did the first thing I do when I panic — I listened to the FAN postgame.
It's a good way to calm down, because 90% of the people who call in
are, by comparison, completely insane. And indeed, apparently this is
all Kaz Matsui's spot, and he needs to be benched, moved to the 9 […]
by Jason Fry on 8 April 2005 3:46 am
OK, I'm no longer so philosophical. In fact, I'm in the Valley of the
Shadow of Something Not Good. Like I'm imagining the proto-bloggers of
1988 Baltimore gathered around crabs and beer, grousing that their damn
team is 0-3 and wondering when it's going to end. Where does the AP get off invoking Jack Fisher and George Altman […]
by Jason Fry on 7 April 2005 3:01 am
No, that’s not Juan LeBron on the right, the reward for shipping Joe Randa off to Kansas City with a king-sized grudge that he’d unleash on us in Great American Ballpark in April 2005. It’s Carlos Beltran! (And that’s LeBron on the left.)
by Jason Fry on 7 April 2005 2:58 am
Forgive me for summing this one up before it's official. Fear 1, Faith 0.
All hail the unanticipated kingdom of Joe Randa — at least Howie's not
around to point out once again that he was a paper Met. And hey, we got
Juan LeBron for him. Did Juan LeBron even reach Binghamton? *
So many embarrassments tonight. There […]
by Jason Fry on 6 April 2005 2:48 am
Man, it sure sucks that we lost the seventh game of the 2005 World Series yesterday afternoon.
What's that? We didn't? Are you sure? You'll have to forgive me then, because that's the impression I got from this morning's papers.
Here's Filip Bondy: “Sandman! Cue Sandman! Sorry, no Sandman. Very clearly, this was no longer the […]
by Jason Fry on 4 April 2005 11:43 pm
OK, I’m better now. Y’know, for seven innings that was a helluva game.
Unless they add Tar ‘N’ Feather a Dolan Night to the promotional schedule, Opening Day is the only date on the calendar in which you can lose — even if the loss isĀ of theĀ suckerpunch-and-sit-down-quick variety — and still think, “Man, I love baseball.” […]
by Jason Fry on 4 April 2005 8:56 pm
by Jason Fry on 3 April 2005 9:14 pm
So Victor Hall and Yusmeiro Petit joined forces to put us over the top in the latest chapter of our long struggle against the Washington Nationals…oh yeah, I forgot. Anyway, nice way to close out the exhibition season — I heard about half the game, and the D.C. fans sure sounded excited.Time for some post-Florida […]
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