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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 31 May 2012 1:03 am
Hey, for the first 6 2/3 innings that was a helluva fun game. Swing and a drive from Lucas Duda, his first ever off a left-hander, Mets up 3-1, about to go seven over .500, take the first series in their gantlet of contests against powerful clubs, run their record against the hated Phillies to […]
by Jason Fry on 6 April 2012 1:03 am
Somewhere around the poorly named 46th St-Bliss I got a little carried away:
On Opening Day even the 7 local seems awesome.
That wasn’t true. The 7 local is never awesome, particularly not when the MTA has decided that Opening Day at Citi Field is a fine time to do track work. But I swear it felt […]
by Jason Fry on 25 March 2012 4:17 pm
Emily Dickinson long ago wrote a poem about a thing with feathers.
She didn’t mean Mike Pelfrey, which was for the best, as Mike Pelfrey with feathers would be horrifying in a Big Bird Turned Primal Nightmare way, sticking his tongue out and clomping around the mound on scaly clawed feet. Shudder.
She meant hope — which […]
by Jason Fry on 2 March 2012 4:11 pm
Think of one’s attitude about the 2012 Mets as a scale. Let’s say the stuff that’s bad, depressing, worrisome, etc. goes on the left, and the good, happy, optimistic stuff goes on the right.
BAD STUFF
The team is broke
Bud Selig is going to keep looking the other way instead of doing anything about it
How quickly and […]
by Greg Prince on 12 January 2012 7:18 pm
Johan Santana is throwing from flat ground in St. Lucie and hopes to be ready for Opening Day. Adam Rubin has the story here, MetsBlog offers SNY video here.
Even with too many other signs pointing downward, and even as there are “no assurances” that the ace of the staff will be ready to face the […]
by Jason Fry on 6 December 2011 10:16 pm
So yesterday afternoon I tried to sum up my feelings about Jose Reyes leaving the sad, broken Mets for the temporarily nouveau riche Marlins. I wasn’t happy when I started writing that post, and I wasn’t any happier when I finished. I gave it a final read, posted it and promoted it.
But let me tell […]
by Jason Fry on 29 September 2011 12:30 pm
For a from-the-seats perspective on Closing Day, I’ll bow to my partner, who was actually there.
I saw it on SNY, and like a lot of you wound up with emotional whiplash: My euphoria at Jose Reyes’s hit was followed in uncomfortably short order by bafflement that his day was done practically before it began, which […]
by Jason Fry on 1 September 2011 12:12 am
I’ve always kind of hated myself for liking Sept. 1.
When your team is in a pennant race, Sept. 1 feels like the car has shifted into top gear: You’re gunning for the finish line, and the only duties set to be assumed by rookies involve blowouts. If anything, you fear what may happen when your […]
by Greg Prince on 11 August 2011 8:17 pm
The Mets never say die, but sometimes they die anyway. They won’t say die for the next 45 games but I suspect what remains unspoken will occur more or less half the time no matter their best intentions.
Of the choice between “more or less,” more would certainly be preferable. When a team that isn’t supposed […]
by Jason Fry on 27 July 2011 12:18 am
Now that was a fun game.
A mess, to be sure — a big, brawling, unpredictable, crazy game, with lots of reversals and no guarantees, particularly if you were a Reds pitcher asking your defense to get a freaking out already — but a fun mess.
For four innings Jonathon Niese looked untouchable, coolly sawing Reds apart […]
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