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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 27 July 2024 12:17 pm
I’d like the bottom of the third inning from Friday night’s game bottled, if you please.
Seriously, that was a high ABV brew to settle even the most high-strung Mets fan’s nerves. Down 2-0 against Charlie Morton — one of the few remaining big leaguers with sufficient tenure to have appeared at Shea — the Mets […]
by Jason Fry on 24 July 2024 12:25 am
Plan A, in all likelihood, was not to have Jake Diekman face Juan Soto and Aaron Judge with the Mets clinging to a smidge of a one-run lead. You could hear that judgment in Gary Cohen’s voice as WPIX went to the break before the bottom of the ninth at Yankee Stadium. You probably heard […]
by Greg Prince on 13 July 2024 12:03 pm
I wanted to go home from Friday night’s game sick of “OMG”. I wanted it to be forced down my throat and stuck in my ear. I wanted it to be played to within an inch of my life. I want the Mets’ home run song to be blared incessantly because I want the Mets […]
by Jason Fry on 11 July 2024 1:40 am
Some random observations from the Mets’ cudgeling of Patrick Corbin and the Nationals:
I’m going to get the complaining out of the way first: Dear God, what did they do to the black uniforms? Eliminating the white drop shadow was a dreadful idea; without it, the tops look murky and muddy, with the orange and blue […]
by Greg Prince on 6 July 2024 11:54 am
Congratulations to the New York Mets of July 5, 2024, for doing something no Mets team had ever done before in a blowout loss so bad that a position player had to pitch. On Friday night, the Mets, whose last call to the visitors’ bullpen at PNC Park would summon catcher Luis Torrens, actually stayed […]
by Greg Prince on 4 July 2024 9:19 am
I gotta tell ya, I was really rooting for Jake Diekman on Wednesday night. More than I was behind Tyrone Taylor when he confounded the left field foul pole for his home run to lead off the third; more than I cheered Mark Vientos making the shrubbery beyond the center field fence at Nationals Park […]
by Jason Fry on 1 July 2024 11:05 pm
The Mets and the Nats, sheesh. I guess it proves that for every Nieuwenhuis there’s a Suzuki. And for the critical stretches of Monday night’s mildly bonkers game, it wasn’t clear whether the compass was going to wind up pointing to N or S.
And I missed the first five innings! I mean, so sue me […]
by Greg Prince on 30 June 2024 7:52 am
In this new upbeat era of Mets baseball in which we only grimace ironically, let’s catalogue our positives.
Ty Adcock not only made his Met debut, but sparkled in it. Mark Vientos went about as deep as one can to dead center at Citi Field. Before Mark hit his mark, the Mets made the most of […]
by Greg Prince on 17 June 2024 9:53 am
For a team that has posted six walkoff wins to date, it’s not a bottom of the ninth or eleventh that ranks as the Mets’ most satisfying half-inning of the year (and it’s certainly not a tenth; the Mets are 0-6 in ten-inning games). We have to hand this highly specific honor to the bottom […]
by Jason Fry on 4 June 2024 2:18 am
This time, somehow, they didn’t blow it.
Oh, how they tried. True to my prediction of reliever Mad Libs, this time Drew Smith was fine and Adam Ottavino was really not — oh boy was Ottavino not fine, which would have been infuriating except he was so much more disgusted with himself than you could be […]
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