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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 28 July 2013 10:25 pm
Yeah, OK. I don’t want to do this and you don’t want me to do this either, because today’s game was unpleasant and relentless. The only saving grace was Gary and Ron, long after any sensible person had fled for other channels, showing off their knowledge of former presidents: Ronnie went for William Taft’s post-White […]
by Jason Fry on 27 July 2013 1:08 am
Some Met — I can’t remember whom and it’s resisting my Googling skills, so let’s just say it was Ron Swoboda — once noted that fans have it tougher than the players, because the players can do something, while the fans have to sit there and watch. Is it so? I’ve seen the photo of […]
by Jason Fry on 24 July 2013 1:27 am
First off, no, I wasn’t at Star Wars Night — to the shock of people belonging to two fanbases for which I am a rare Venn diagram overlap. Why not? I don’t really have a good reason beyond being busy and tired. Besides, I have the memory of being a stormtrooper for an evening at […]
by Jason Fry on 23 July 2013 12:34 am
When my son was four years old, we went to Shea one horrifically hot day, watched the Mets fall behind, watched them try to catch up in the ninth, watched Carlos Delgado hit a long drive that was headed out of the park … and saw Willie Harris, that bringer of Metsian misery, leap impossibly […]
by Jason Fry on 19 July 2013 11:56 pm
Last Sunday I was at Citi Field for the Futures Game, and for the first time in forever I kept score, thinking that a decade from now the scorecard might be pretty amazing, with unknown last names whose first names I didn’t know having turned into acclaimed last names whose first names I didn’t need […]
by Jason Fry on 14 July 2013 12:57 am
The Mets lost to the Pirates in a quiet, unmemorable game that at least saw Terry Collins manage a bullpen the way one would like: he was cognizant of his starting pitcher’s gas tank and brought his closer in when it mattered instead of when baseball conventional wisdom (which is 90% mythical and the other […]
by Jason Fry on 9 July 2013 10:50 am
“Neither rain nor snow nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”
You might know that as the U.S. Postal Service’s motto, though actually it just adorns one of their temple-like buildings here in New York City. (And is a translation of Herodotus, who was talking about messengers in […]
by Jason Fry on 6 July 2013 12:53 am
I’m sure there have been worse showcases for baseball. I’m sure I’ve even seen a few of them. But it’s hard to think of any at the moment.
My God, that was a horrible, horrible, horrible baseball game inflicted on blameless fans and viewers by the Mets and the Brewers. I gave up trying to keep […]
by Jason Fry on 4 July 2013 8:41 pm
A very long time ago, the Mets and Braves played 19 innings on the 4th of July in Atlanta. Keith Hernandez hit for the cycle, while Davey Johnson and Darryl Strawberry got ejected. There were rain delays, key blows by Ray Knight and Howard Johnson, pitching performances brave and determined and desperate by the likes […]
by Jason Fry on 2 July 2013 1:15 am
First reaction: We endured more than we won. And man were the other guys dopey.
If Miguel Montero doesn’t drop the ball at home plate on Josh Satin’s single with one out in the ninth, Marlon Byrd is out by seven or eight feet and we probably lose in regulation and mutter a lot. Up one […]
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