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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 23 May 2018 7:56 am
The deal came together with startling speed – in far less time than even one of today’s foot-on-the-accelerator news cycles, Jose Bautista went from possible New York Mets target to likely signee to announced acquisition to standing on the field wearing No. 11.
No day or two to get his affairs in order, no needing to […]
by Jason Fry on 21 May 2018 12:16 am
Every year we have a horse-racing party, which is pretty fun. Then, the next day, we have to clean up, which is less fun. You realize just how many bits of chip have been crushed into carpets. You find quarter-glasses of booze in unexpected, even baffling places. All the stuff that got stowed downstairs needs […]
by Jason Fry on 18 May 2018 11:34 pm
Earl Weaver, a wise man, once cracked that momentum is the next day’s starting pitcher. Games take the form of stories as they unfold, but all those stories start with the guy on the mound. If he’s got his full arsenal, recent frustrations and failures are likely to dissipate. If he’s got nothing, a run […]
by Jason Fry on 18 May 2018 5:18 pm
X-rays were negative but he may not play Friday. He’s day-to-day, which in these parts is known as foreshadowing with a side of foreboding. Cue the uneasy minor-key music, buckle up, and if you’re a believer, say a prayer for Lagares.
Well, this doesn’t seem so funny any more. Juan Lagares likely out for the season with […]
by Jason Fry on 17 May 2018 1:13 pm
Absent a perfect, um, storm of unfortunate factors, Wednesday’s matinee would never have been played.
It was a miserable day in New York, a gloomy, continuous soak. But the Mets and Blue Jays had only two scheduled meetings here, and while the Mets had an off-day Thursday, the Jays did not. That left both clubs out […]
by Jason Fry on 14 May 2018 1:22 pm
The plan was a good one: head down to Philadelphia for Saturday’s night game, for which friends had sweet tickets through a work event. I was excited to see Noah Syndergaard, our pals, the Mets, and to get another look at Citizens Bank Park, which back in the last years of Shea opened my eyes […]
by Jason Fry on 10 May 2018 11:44 am
The Mets, who started out some long-gone season 11-1, are back to being the same shambling disaster we’ve come to know all too well.
Sudden, unexpected injuries to key players? Check.
Nagging, thoroughly expected injuries to other key players? Check.
Nagging injuries to key players with no corresponding DL stint, ensuring those maladies become something worse? Check.
Playing time […]
by Jason Fry on 8 May 2018 1:35 am
The Mets played a baseball game in Cincinnati Monday night — and, for the first time in eight days, ended the night as winners.
That’s the unalloyed good news. The rest, well, it’s a matter of perspective.
The Mets hit the baseball with authority, something they hadn’t done in quite some time. Michael Conforto — who may […]
by Jason Fry on 7 May 2018 12:26 am
So were you doing your job this time, or is this another fake recap where you use fancy writing to dress up the fact that you only watched half an inning?
This time around I listened to half an inning while in a rental car on the way to Logan Airport. Does that answer your question?
It […]
by Jason Fry on 5 May 2018 11:27 pm
Your recapper will begin by confessing something usually kept discreetly behind the Faith & Fear curtain: his direct experience of tonight’s game was limited to the bottom of the ninth, watched while scowling/frowning at a phone in a friend’s living room north of Boston.
Well, fuck.
That bottom of the ninth was brief. Mercifully, one […]
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