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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 June 2016 10:20 am
It came at the end of Terry Collins‘s press conference, and might have been funny except for the fact that it wasn’t funny: the small manager with the large personality tried to exit stage left, then had a brief, unhappy colloquy with someone not shown by SNY’s cameras. Collins objected that there hadn’t been any […]
by Greg Prince on 17 June 2016 6:46 am
I realized Bartolo Colon was the batter. I heard something about a ball hit into the gap. I put 40 and 2 together and zipped (in my own Bartolian fashion) from the radio in the kitchen to the television in the living room to bear witness to the breathtaking site — taking the breath of […]
by Greg Prince on 19 July 2015 11:10 am
Losing by ten runs once you’ve fallen behind by four in the first inning isn’t better than many things, but based on recent, compelling evidence, it sure beats losing by one run when the tying run stands on third base. A 12-2 loss attributable primarily to Bartolo Colon simply not having it is almost relaxing […]
by Greg Prince on 11 July 2015 12:11 pm
The pitching’s too good to ever get too down. There’s not a Shaun Marcum reclamation project in the bunch, no Chris Capuano dutifully sucking up innings as if that’s the goal of any given game. One start you get Jacob deGrom, who opposing batters can’t hit; next game it’s Noah Syndergaard, who they can’t touch.
In […]
by Jason Fry on 9 July 2015 1:23 am
The Mets, for all the agita surrounding them, went to the other side of a fair continent and returned with a 4-2 trip. That’s not bad. In fact, it’s pretty far from bad.
So why are so many Mets fans — most definitely including me — so prone to rending of garments, gnashing of teeth and […]
by Greg Prince on 3 June 2015 9:34 am
The good news: Nobody had to mention walking to describe Noah Syndergaard’s problems in San Diego Wednesday.
The less good news: David Wright had to mention walking to describe his own problems before the same game that quickly became the worst of Syndergaard’s career.
“Syndergaard’s career” is, to date, a five-start proposition, so except for denying us […]
by Greg Prince on 9 May 2015 9:14 am
When you’re sending your ace of aces out to face the dregs of the dregs, you can’t help but have high hopes…high in the sky apple pie hopes. In this corner, we had the undefeated Matt Harvey, author of the best day (sometimes two days) of every week. In the other corner, there sat the […]
by Greg Prince on 20 April 2015 5:20 am
This, I thought as I sat in Promenade Box 405 during the sun-soaked bottom of the fourth on Sunday, is where the dream has at last arrived to meet reality. All those computer-generated images of bustling new Mets Ballpark from 2006 tried to capture what the future would look like. It would have people and […]
by Greg Prince on 15 March 2015 12:39 am
A public service announcement from your vaguely killjoy pal here: Please keep in mind as you tune in to comforting video (if strange audio) on SNY/PIX 11, that four things can happen this time of year and three of them aren’t particularly beneficial to the greater good.
1) Stupid Stuff. This encompasses every off-field Spring Training […]
by Jason Fry on 10 August 2014 9:27 pm
OK, so that little speech about patience? Today was why it needed to be said.
Today when the Mets rudely interrupted their own romp over the Phillies by blowing a five-run lead.
Today when the mangy zombie Phillies rose up and justified Ruben Amaro Jr.’s dingbat refusal to admit the obvious, disemboweling our bullpen and then shambling off […]
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