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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 12 April 2022 11:44 pm
The first week of baseball is nearly always the same: a season’s emotional journey in miniature form, with the only difference what order the necessary components get assembled in this time.
So, for the 2022 Mets it’s been:
Convinced the stars have aligned and your team will go 162-0.
The first galling loss of the season that leaves […]
by Greg Prince on 16 December 2021 1:06 pm
It’s been the year of Jacob deGrom so often for most of the past decade that you’d think it would be hard to discern when it isn’t the year of Jacob deGrom. Jacob deGrom was named by this blog as the Richie Ashburn Most Valuable Met of 2014, 2017 and 2018. Jacob deGrom wasn’t named […]
by Jason Fry on 20 September 2021 7:57 am
On Sunday night Edwin Diaz — he of the electric arsenal and its sometimes self-electrocuting results — stood on the mound and stared in at Bryce Harper, probably the league’s MVP and a longtime thorn in the Mets’ side who seemed about the dimensions of a redwood just then. Two outs in the ninth, 3-2 […]
by Greg Prince on 9 September 2021 2:00 pm
Ten years ago this month, Mets fans hung on the statistic of batting average. Never mind that analytic understanding had taken its toll on the popular utility of what used to be considered the defining standard of hitting excellence. Never mind OPS. Never mind WAR. A Met was competing for the highest batting average in […]
by Greg Prince on 6 September 2021 11:42 pm
“L’shanah tovah,” give or take the “L’” (and maybe the silent h’s), is a greeting that’s passed back and forth when the Jewish calendar changes, as it has from 5781 to 5782. The Mets could use a new year themselves. One-hundred thirty-eight games in, this 2021 business can’t quite work the kinks out.
On Monday afternoon, […]
by Jason Fry on 3 September 2021 11:34 pm
Maybe I need to see the therapist of my blog partner’s imaginings, because I figure any sane counselor would tell me and the Mets that we’re better off apart. Right now, we’re making each other insane, night after night.
On Friday night the Mets jumped out to an early 2-0 lead over what used to be […]
by Jason Fry on 12 August 2021 8:28 am
After 45 years as a baseball fan, I’m pretty much fully formed: I have my habits as a fan, a few rituals (for instance, if you’re at the stadium, you get food or hit the john while the Mets are up, not while they’re in the field), and I’m set.
But I’m not completely formed. For […]
by Jason Fry on 27 July 2021 12:56 am
Seeing baseball in person always reminds me that the game is really two different experiences. The view from your couch lets you play HD voyeur, seeing everything from the pitcher’s grip to how the catcher frames each pitch — and with stats and expert analysis handed to you, like a surgeon taking tools from an […]
by Greg Prince on 25 July 2021 11:33 pm
First off, it didn’t rain. Anybody ready to take that for granted in the middle of a season when it anecdotally “always” rains? Chance of scattered thunderstorms, the forecast warned. I stuffed my disposable poncho I never dispose of and my portable Mets umbrella that I try not to use because then it would get […]
by Jason Fry on 20 July 2021 1:17 am
There are games you’re clearly fated to win, ones you’re pretty much guaranteed to lose, and ones where the outcome teeters and totters between joy and horror while your heart tries to keep pace. And then there are games like Monday night’s in Cincinnati — ones where the sheer insanity of everything gobbles up logic […]
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