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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 1 June 2013 12:00 pm
Howdy, Jupiter Pirates fans!
This is a page welcoming you to Faith and Fear in Flushing, which Jason writes with Greg Prince. It’s a mildly insane blog dedicated to the daily adventures and misadventures of the New York Mets. If that sounds good to you, glad to have you aboard — click here to go to […]
by Jason Fry on 30 May 2013 1:34 am
Go figure. After somehow overcoming their own lack of hitting and boneheadedness afield to take two from the Yankees at Citi Field, the Mets made the very short trip north to resume hostilities in the Bronx with the likable but generally luckless Jeremy Hefner on the mound. So of course they leaped on David Phelps […]
by Jason Fry on 28 May 2013 2:56 am
We’re stuck in a season that’s either overdue to be part of a transition or is just a discouraging checkpoint amid an ongoing demolition. (Perhaps you’ve noticed.) It’s been wearying, and after watching the Mets get swept by the Reds and mostly missing them nearly getting swept by the Braves, the last thing I wanted […]
by Jason Fry on 22 May 2013 11:28 pm
Matt Harvey wasn’t great, but he battled, to use a term from a similarly downtrodden era. The Mets’ bats were better than they’ve been, not that that’s saying much — they actually took an early lead, then came back against the Reds to tie the score. Daniel Murphy is back to demonstrating that none of […]
by Jason Fry on 21 May 2013 10:46 pm
This was just a joke between your bloggers on Twitter. But screw it. It’s fitting.
http://storify.com/jasoncfry/your-mets-recap
by Jason Fry on 19 May 2013 10:21 pm
Don’t look now, but your woebegone New York Mets are winners of three of four. They’re hot!
My recent advice stands: Find something else to do with your summer, with the possible exception of every fifth day, and let the Christmas carolers be a reminder to check on the team’s financial condition. That, more than anything […]
by Jason Fry on 15 May 2013 11:44 pm
Instead of kicking a ball into foul territory and failing to cover home plate, Scott Rice found a way to lose more efficiently by throwing a wild pitch.
John Buck got caught off second base when he inexplicably thought a lineout to the outfield was up the gap falling in, and got thrown out inexplicably trying […]
by Jason Fry on 14 May 2013 11:14 pm
Terrible pitching, crappy fielding, nonexistent hitting, a stupid media sideshow that will be an overstuffed brouhaha tomorrow — just another checkpoint in the Mets’ freefall.
There’s no point analyzing this game. There’s no point analyzing this team. The franchise has been starved of money until it’s baseball’s equivalent of a North Korean labor camp, with Bud Selig […]
by Jason Fry on 12 May 2013 5:52 pm
All right, people. We’ve all get better things to do with what’s left of our day than complain about this listless horrible team. Start reading and we’ll rip this Band-Aid off quick as we can.
Matt Harvey: He was clearly struggling — the fastball velocity was down and the location was off, leading to very few […]
by Jason Fry on 11 May 2013 12:14 am
Sometimes you really want to take a rolled-up newspaper to this mutt of a team.
A night after a taut, inspiring win, the Mets were horrible, from Shaun Marcum’s little bit of Jekyll and a whole lot of Hyde to the hitters’ grinding futility when it mattered. The highlight of the game was Gary, Ron and […]
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