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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 10 October 2020 12:08 am
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
In the summer of 2015, an undermanned and shoddily constructed Mets club stumbled along, refusing to fall entirely out of contention despite scoring the fewest runs in the National League, battling injuries, and having […]
by Greg Prince on 9 October 2020 10:53 pm
We’ve had little to rejoice in this year, so let us rejoice in the postseason elimination of others. Not just any others, but the others we wish eliminated annually. Daily, really.
Happy Elimination Day, civilized world! Hell, take the whole weekend!
Congratulations, Rays. Congratulations, all of us.
by Greg Prince on 6 October 2020 11:54 pm
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
And when the morning light
Comes streaming in
We’ll get up and do it again
Get it up again
—Jackson Browne
On Wednesday night, October 2, 1985, at Busch Stadium, Tommy Herr batted for the St. […]
by Greg Prince on 2 October 2020 5:37 pm
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
We had our bitter cheer
And sweet sorrow
We lost a lot today
We’ll get it back tomorrow
—Shawn Colvin
In March of 2020, as the coronavirus was rapidly shifting from an abstract concept to the […]
by Jason Fry on 30 September 2020 12:37 am
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
When I was a teenager, a lot of people assumed I’d be a sportswriter. Which made a lot of sense: I loved baseball and writing, so why not put the two together? But I […]
by Greg Prince on 28 September 2020 3:03 pm
But after all, it’s what we’ve done
That makes us what we are
—Jim Croce
On one hand, the Mets were defeated in embarrassing fashion on Sunday, losing to the Nationals, 15-5, leaving them at their low-water mark for 2020, eight games below .500 and tied for the worst record in the National League East.
On the other hand, […]
by Greg Prince on 27 September 2020 12:04 pm
I applaud the Mets’ continual affirmations of confidence. You Gotta Believe should extend to belief in oneself. But after watching the Mets’ wisp-thin playoff eligibility expire in the first game of Saturday’s doubleheader in Washington — and having their status confirmed in a less competitive loss in the nightcap — I’m having trouble abiding by […]
by Greg Prince on 26 September 2020 5:50 pm
The 2020 New York Mets are not and were never a playoff contender. We regret any role we played in indicating anything otherwise. Thank you.
by Greg Prince on 26 September 2020 8:54 am
When the Mets don’t play, the Mets don’t get eliminated. We may have found the 2020 formula for relative success.
On Friday night, the Mets were rained out in Washington. As the evening went along, the palest of suns shone on their fortunes. Philadelphia lost. San Francisco lost, despite the best efforts of heretofore lovable scamp […]
by Jason Fry on 25 September 2020 11:00 am
Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.
I kicked off my half of our Met for All Seasons posts with a remembrance of Rusty Staub, my first favorite player — and how he turned out to be an ideal choice. That’s […]
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