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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 Greg Prince on 17 August 2019 8:50 am
“Hey, Greg, what’s this?”
“It’s a clean slate.”
“Aren’t you going to fill it in with details of Friday night’s brutal 4-1 Mets loss to the Royals?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Need a clean slate for tonight.”
“We understand the concept, Greg, but what about the way the Mets in the midst of a scalding pennant race couldn’t beat a team that […]
by Jason Fry on 16 August 2019 12:11 pm
Wednesday night’s Mets game was an exercise in shifting narratives: That contest with the Braves looked like it was going to be a Taut But Ultimately Depressing Loss, morphed thanks to Steven Matz and J.D. Davis into an Inspiring Minimalist Comeback Win, morphed again thanks to Seth Lugo and Mickey Callaway into a This One’s […]
by Greg Prince on 6 August 2019 11:23 am
“At 10:13 P.M., it became officially official. The Cubs had lost, 6-2. Even if the Mets lost the second game, they would still be first. Millennium, we are here. But the Mets were no longer in a mood to lose anything.”
—Leonard Koppett, on the Mets taking first place as they swept a doubleheader from the […]
by Jason Fry on 26 July 2019 1:03 pm
(Note: The format for this post didn’t occur to me until 20-odd hours after the game, so accuracy of timestamps is theoretical at best. Sorry!)
10:00 am: Wake up, groggily. What? I’m a freelance writer, I can wake up when I want. I also am typically still working at 2 am, so lay off.
10:10 am: Oh, […]
by Greg Prince on 20 July 2019 4:12 am
“Don’t bother, Mickey,” I wanted to tell the beleaguered manager of the New York Mets after his club dropped and I do mean dropped its second consecutive extra-inning game, this one on a patently unbelievable albeit hauntingly familiar defensive misplay, “we didn’t touch home plate, either.”
One sometimes forgets when the bullpen falters or the left […]
by Greg Prince on 17 July 2019 10:56 pm
When I was in junior high, I’d carry a Bic pen in the front left pocket of my jeans and, at some point in the course of the school year, the pen would explode. Several points, actually…and a whole pack of pens. I never understood that. It was just hanging around during one class, then […]
by Greg Prince on 15 July 2019 1:17 am
The Mets have prevailed. In a battle of the teams with the two worst records in the National League, they are the least worst. In their five-member division, they place fourth on merit.
Take that, Marlins.
The Marlins did. They were outplayed by the Mets for two consecutive games in a three-game series — in Miami, no […]
by Jason Fry on 2 June 2019 10:49 pm
The Mets lost, this time not with the thunder of a bullpen avalanche but with the merest whimper. Steven Matz had one of his games where he shows up for duty in the second inning instead of the first, the offense began and ended with a solo home run, and Amed Rosario had a wretched […]
by Greg Prince on 25 May 2019 8:50 am
“Did you get everything we need for the party? I don’t think these painfully bland t-shirts we promised are going to excite anybody.”
“Let’s see…I got two new players: Aaron Altherr and Hector Santiago.”
“More like used players, no?”
“Nah, they’re good as new. They work fine.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I also ordered a couple more — […]
by Greg Prince on 22 May 2019 11:54 am
One of the benefits of going to a baseball game rather than watching it on television is there’s no seven-second delay. Everything that happens happens and, as the spirit of Walter Cronkite might suggest, you are there. But Tuesday night at Citi Field, which is where I […]
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