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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 April 2025 1:08 am
Some years ago, I improved my baseball life considerably by swearing off April games.
Yes, I know April baseball can be lovely — Greg and I once spent a snoozy but idyllic March 31 at Shea in 80 degree weather, watching the Mets and Phillies do nothing in particular until Alberto Castillo, of all people, won […]
by Jason Fry on 19 April 2025 11:24 pm
The Mets won again, once again by not scoring a bunch of runs but getting remarkable pitching. Remarkable pitching … and having every key moment go their way. Which, granted, is often two different ways of saying the same thing.
I started off listening to Howie and Keith in my backyard and then moved to watching […]
by Jason Fry on 18 April 2025 12:38 pm
The Mets’ current formula for being 12-7 … well, it’s working while not seeming like a particularly good idea.
They pitch impeccably, which you don’t need to be a lifetime baseball fan to know isn’t sustainable, and they hit … hmm, how to describe this part? Minimally? Sporadically? Just enoughally?
Thursday night’s game followed this odd, not particularly […]
by Jason Fry on 16 April 2025 7:35 am
“FUCK!” I screeched when Francisco Lindor rolled over one to second in the seventh inning, and if I do say so myself, I was in midseason form. Dismay, frustration, pique — they were all audible and apparent. Then I whacked the couch just to underscore the point.
It was a night in which I had plenty […]
by Jason Fry on 14 April 2025 8:46 am
I turned on the Mets game a couple of minutes after my Metro-North train starting trundling south out of Waterbury, Conn., picking up the voices of Keith Raad and Pat McCarthy from distant West Sacramento. I switched trains in Bridgeport as old friend Luis Severino won an extended battle with Brett Baty even as he […]
by Jason Fry on 12 April 2025 7:49 am
Mets 3, A’s 1, game called after four and a half innings because your recapper was weary and collapsed into his bed.
Wait, they don’t do things that way? Apologies — I figured maybe they did, what with everything else that was strange about watching the Mets and the A’s play in a ballpark that looks […]
by Jason Fry on 8 April 2025 11:39 pm
A day after Monday night’s freeze-fest, the Mets played a game that had been moved to Tuesday daylight hours and yet somehow took place in even less pleasant conditions. (They closed the Promenade, which ought to tell you something.) That verdict was clear pretty much from the jump: Clay Holmes‘ third pitch of the afternoon […]
by Jason Fry on 7 April 2025 11:17 pm
If Monday night’s game had happened in late May or June, I think I would have fallen all over myself calling it taut and crisp, maybe with a side of hard-fought and close-run.
And I don’t know, maybe you called it those things while on your couch. Or, God forbid, while peering around you at a […]
by Jason Fry on 6 April 2025 12:16 am
The City Connects were the perfect uniform for Saturday night’s Mets game, played in murky gray conditions with an inescapable wet chill, cascades of mist wafting through the air, and any ball that touched outfield grass leaving a spray of droplets to mark its progress.
A surprisingly big crowd showed up despite the obvious attractions of […]
by Jason Fry on 2 April 2025 7:51 am
Another sign the new season isn’t quite so new? You find yourself struggling to accentuate the positive when things don’t go well.
Things didn’t go well Tuesday night in Miami: Kodai Senga was shaky early, the Mets’ hitting resurgence turned out to be a one-day affair, and Francisco Lindor made not one but two errors at […]
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