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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 16 July 2023 12:35 pm
One of the greatest baseball anecdotes ever repeated flew off the bat of Pittsburgh Crawfords catcher Josh Gibson, who was reported to have hit a ball out of Forbes Field “so high and so far that no one saw it come down,” leaving the umpire no choice but to call it a home run without […]
by Greg Prince on 6 July 2023 12:29 pm
A late night West Coast game is a late night West Coast game under any guise, whether the coast is relatively ballpark-adjacent or an entire state over. Arizona’s oceanic only in that it chooses to not spring its clocks forward for Daylight Saving Time, meaning that for all intents and purposes from a New Yorker’s […]
by Greg Prince on 26 June 2023 12:23 pm
The Mets won Sunday’s game by three if you’re counting high-leverage relievers rested.
Brooks Raley? Rested.
Adam Ottavino? Rested.
David Robertson? Rested.
Yup, that’s three. Each pitcher pitched some on Saturday, and one of them (Raley) pitched on Friday, and you know what they say about relievers’ arms falling off should you try to use them a second or […]
by Greg Prince on 17 June 2023 10:51 am
In April, it didn’t merit our attention. In April, the Mets were the Mets who were going to make a habit of it. In April, the Mets beat the Padres one game, the A’s the next; the A’s one game, the Dodgers the next; and the Dodgers one game, the Giants the next. In April, […]
by Jason Fry on 31 May 2023 11:19 pm
The first half of Wednesday’s game burbled vaguely out of my phone from a waterproof pouch around my neck: It was Opening Day for kayak season, so first I was sitting in a boat off a Brooklyn Bridge Park pier making sure people didn’t drown or do anything dopey and then I was hauling racks […]
by Greg Prince on 26 May 2023 12:14 pm
Saddled with the understanding that your team is not going to win them all, the best a fan can hope for is an optimal sorting out of the order of inevitable losses. Take the Mets-Cubs series just completed. After competing on a stratospheric high, as the Mets did on their last homestand, they were, because […]
by Jason Fry on 22 May 2023 4:28 pm
I was in Boston this weekend for my niece’s med-school graduation, which meant the Mets took a back seat to family doings. But not much of a back seat, seeing how it was me and all — the Mets went about their business in my ear, via GameDay and my watch face, on my phone […]
by Greg Prince on 20 May 2023 6:23 am
In the spirit of the Baseball Writers Association of America members with whom I rubbed or at least grazed elbows Friday night, I humbly submit my ballot for Most Valuable Angle from the 10-9 ten-inning Mets win over the Guardians.
1) MY PRESENCE IN THE CITI FIELD PRESS BOX
This first-place vote may seem like the height […]
by Jason Fry on 27 April 2023 11:28 pm
This recap begins with a confession.
Emily and I had tickets for Thursday night’s game, obtained weeks ago in exchange for a smallish charitable contribution. My 2023 debut at Citi Field was nigh, and with it the chance to demonstrate that I was not, in fact, jinxed despite having gone 0 for 2022 as an attendee, […]
by Jason Fry on 19 April 2023 1:12 am
Meditations on time before and during watching Clayton Kershaw toy with various Mets:
The Dodgers are forever. I started watching baseball in earnest in 1976, when I was seven, and learned the game by memorizing the backs of baseball cards, scouring a cinderblock-sized Baseball Encyclopedia, and devouring various books checked out from the Emma S. Clark […]
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