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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 4 July 2022 11:39 pm
The Mets, wearing blue, beat the Reds, wearing red and white, by a score of 7-4 on July 4th, and what could be better than that?
OK, both teams were wearing god-awful hats from which independence should have been declared, and the Reds continue to ruin their perfectly good uniforms with a black drop shadow that […]
by Greg Prince on 4 July 2022 11:47 am
Jacob deGrom pitched to six minor league batters on Sunday night. Five of them turned into smoldering holes in the dirt adjacent to home plate. I didn’t notice what became of the sixth. As far as we can tell, nobody was actually harmed, neither the young Jupiter Hammerheads whose future still remains ahead of them […]
by Jason Fry on 2 July 2022 10:19 pm
During the early part of 2022 the Mets were deadly in the clutch.
They were a lot of other things too — strong defensively and gifted with solid starting pitching — but their uncanny ability to collect big hits with games on the line felt like their defining characteristic.
Move forward into summer, and things look a […]
by Greg Prince on 2 July 2022 12:16 pm
The Mets are 3-0 in games streamed by Apple TV+. If the only way we can have wins is by exclusivity that’s wrong, then as Luther Ingram declared in 1972, I don’t want to be right. But it was just one night…on top of two other nights…on top of the Peacock wagging its tail this […]
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