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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 28 August 2024 1:16 am
You can never outguess baseball.
Last time we saw the Mets, they were getting walked off in excruciating fashion by the Padres, a wrenching reversal that denied them a series win and an off-day on which to exhale. Next up: the other National League team threatening to run away and hide in the wild-card race. The […]
by Jason Fry on 25 August 2024 9:20 am
A night after looking all but moribund against Joe Musgrove (seriously, you’re the wise one if you slept through it), the Mets put together one of their more satisfying wins of the season against Michael King and the rest of the Padres.
A common exhortation heard on my couch is, “C’mon, don’t let him get out […]
by Jason Fry on 23 August 2024 12:56 pm
Take a moment and consider the life of Huascar Brazoban.
Not long ago he was stuck on the Marlins, with Jazz Chisholm Jr. offering near-daily examples of being a bad teammate, Skip Schumaker staring out of the dugout like a man who can’t bear to think how long he’ll be on county work release, and the […]
by Jason Fry on 21 August 2024 12:33 am
Present at Tuesday night’s game against the Orioles: my wife, my kid, and my father-in-law.
Not present at Tuesday night’s game against the Orioles: me, AKA your recapper.
Honestly I got by far the better part of the deal.
Well, sort of.
I had a previous commitment with my buddies in the Brooklyn Bridge Park free kayaking program — […]
by Jason Fry on 17 August 2024 11:05 pm
As a lifelong fan of the little brother team, I bristle when Mets doings get put in a Yankees context, whether it’s sports-radio chuckleheadery about who owns New York or ostensibly more serious discussions of free agency or baseball philosophy.
But the connection was inescapable in the ninth inning of Saturday’s game, when Luis Severino took […]
by Jason Fry on 17 August 2024 8:36 am
Given the ebbs and flows of a entertaining yet maddening season, perhaps we’ve lost track of a simpler formula to make sense of the 2024 Mets: They need to outhit their mistakes.
The rotation is pedestrian, a bunch of No. 4 starters with ceilings as No. 3s. The relief corps is spaghetti at a wall. The […]
by Jason Fry on 15 August 2024 8:04 am
Things are getting chippy between the Mets and A’s — and you know what, that’s fine. Baseball should be a little chippy.
Tuesday saw Austin Adams, whom most of us forgot was ever a spring training Met, all but levitate after coming in and saving Joe Boyle‘s bacon, a display that culminated with Adams doing the […]
by Jason Fry on 11 August 2024 10:50 pm
I generally keep track of what the Mets are doing even if I’m away, sneaking looks at MLB.tv, popping an airpod into an ear, or at least letting GameDay do its pantomime thing in my lap.
But combining a trip to Iceland with the Mets’ Road Trip from Hell was a perfect recipe for being well […]
by Jason Fry on 31 July 2024 2:00 am
All is fleeting, grasshopper. Even baseball teams. Especially baseball teams.
Mets come, Mets go. The franchise is an ever-shifting assemblage of overlapping stints in orange and blue, some lasting years, some concluded in minutes. For a fun game, construct a chain of overlapping Met teammates back to 1962 with as few links as possible; what I […]
by Jason Fry on 29 July 2024 11:58 pm
So that was certainly a palate cleanser.
The thud made by the back half of the series against the Braves left me fretting: that the Mets were about to topple into one of their periodic team slumps, that their starters would routinely implode in the middle innings, that new bullpen acquisitions would flame out, that … […]
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