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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 4 August 2023 11:04 pm
James McCann destroyed the team that sent him away, going 3 for 3 with 5 RBIs and even stealing a base.
That’s the headline, but the punchline comes courtesy of our Metsmerized buddy Mike Mayer: Only two catchers have ever had at least 3 hits, 5 RBIs, a walk and a steal in a game against […]
by Greg Prince on 23 December 2022 2:37 pm
A former major leaguer who I watched pitch against the Mets once but who I can’t say I remember doing so tweeted something eye-opening this week: “In the entire history of baseball, only 22,860 have made it to the major leagues. That total easily fits into any MLB stadium.” An actor who portrays a former […]
by Greg Prince on 6 October 2022 4:02 am
I packed an asterisk and a caveat as I set out for my 27th consecutive Closing Day. Unlike water bottles whose caps aren’t fully sealed, security waved them right through.
A rain delay nudged Closing Day into Closing Night. Closing Night closed only so much. The door to Citi Field and the Mets’ ultimate 2022 fortunes […]
by Jason Fry on 27 September 2022 11:19 pm
Carlos Carrasco was bad, inexplicable Mets punching bag Pablo Lopez was good, the Marlins were pesky even by their loathsome standards and the Mets lost a game that had a queasy, out-of-sorts feeling to it from the get-go. And yes, down in D.C. the Braves smacked the crap out of the Nats, and so now […]
by Greg Prince on 1 September 2022 11:39 pm
Some things don’t change even as the calendar pages do. Back in April, emphasis placed on winning series was emphasis well-directed We have now entered September. Winning series is still a very good thing. A very good goal, too, though I wouldn’t want to get too far ahead of myself. Take every day, even the […]
by Greg Prince on 8 July 2022 11:42 am
When cleaning up after dinner, I gather momentum. It doesn’t matter that the Mets are playing. It doesn’t matter that the Mets are batting. If I have the garbage together, I want to tie it up and take it to the Dumpster. Might I miss something momentous? Probably. My non-Elias statistics tell me approximately 70% […]
by Jason Fry on 7 July 2022 12:26 am
With one out in the top of the ninth in Cincinnati Wednesday night, a baseball team and its adherents desperately needed therapy.
Mark Canha had just started the inning by fouling out against Hunter Strickland, conspicuously useless as a 2020 COVID Met and now somehow the Reds’ closer. The Mets had managed two runs against Cincinnati, […]
by Jason Fry on 29 June 2022 12:58 am
Somehow it took me until June 28 to get out to Citi Field to see a Mets game. What happened? Well, there was a rainout and my usual aversion to freezing my ass off in April, but mostly life got in the way.
With July rapidly approaching, it was Emily who put things right, engineering a […]
by Greg Prince on 16 May 2022 10:31 am
Pete Alonso just swung by to remind us that not every Met ending that oughta be happy winds up that way, nor do even the most promising of post-1986 Mets teams always play baseball like it oughta be. Or maybe Pete Alonso just swung — again. Last we saw him, he couldn’t help himself.
It was […]
by Jason Fry on 10 May 2022 11:20 pm
I had a lousy Tuesday.
No need for condolences — nothing of any real consequence went wrong, just a dog’s breakfast of bureaucracy and mischance and annoyances waiting at every turn. But it was enough to leave me in a foul mood, one that I tried to shake walking home over the Brooklyn Bridge, hopeful that […]
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