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ABOUT US
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 December 2011 9:45 am
So I’m walking across Mets Plaza in front of Citi Field the other day, quietest place you’d ever encounter late on a Tuesday morning in December. Nobody around for miles as far as I could tell. What a shame, I thought. I’m going to the holiday party the team holds for kids inside. To me […]
by Jason Fry on 22 September 2011 10:44 pm
Short of doing something that will get you arrested, you can’t affect the outcome of a baseball game. Your hooting and hollering does nothing. Neither does praying, cajoling or threatening. Baseball takes no notice of your swaggering overconfidence and ignores your pretend humility. It does not care that you care. It does not care that […]
by Greg Prince on 10 September 2011 3:20 am
“Everything changed” after September 11, 2001. No need to delve deeply into the litany of all that implies. But to keep it relatively light, has “everything changed” when it comes to going to a Mets game?
I mean once you endure security’s dutiful searches, wandings and pat-downs…and salute the Veteran of the Game…and are asked a […]
by Greg Prince on 31 August 2011 8:06 am
In tribute to those wonderful people who show up to share the 7 train with us Mets fans for two glorious weeks every August and September, let’s just say the Mets lost in straight sets to the Marlins Tuesday night, 0-0, 0-0, 0-0, 0-0, 0-0, 0-0, 5-0, 0-0, 1-0.
Apparently you can only volley with Javier […]
by Jason Fry on 22 August 2011 1:45 am
What’s happening to the Mets now is cruel, and hard to watch. But perhaps it’s not really unexpected.
Perhaps what was unexpected was the part we liked more — the walking on water, the withstanding injury after injury after injury, the playing scrappy, winning ball for so long. The recent run of misfortune feels like proof […]
by Jason Fry on 9 August 2011 2:28 am
I saw this New York Times piece on my iPad and spent the next couple of hours trying to keep my blood from boiling.
I love the Times, but Jim Luttrell’s post is tone-deaf about Mets fans specifically, baseball fans in general, and ignores the actually interesting currents and tribes of the city in favor of […]
by Greg Prince on 7 August 2011 4:05 am
I’d forgotten how great home runs could be. Seriously. Saturday night was a perfect illustration of why they’re such superb creatures when they’re on your side. The Mets hit four home runs. Nothing showy — two guys hit one, one hit two; two came with nobody on, the other two with one on.
Four swings. Six […]
by Jason Fry on 4 August 2011 2:17 am
INT. CITI FIELD — NIGHT
Several dejected Mets are sitting around the clubhouse, half in and half out of their uniforms.
JUSTIN TURNER
God. We’ve lost four in a row, and the last three have absolutely sucked.
R.A. DICKEY
I know. Things were going sublimely in Cincinnati. I felt like we stood on […]
by Jason Fry on 3 August 2011 2:01 am
Well, Emily and I had fun for eight innings.
It was a lovely night, we warmed up for the game with my wife’s first-ever visit to Donovan’s (I wouldn’t say it’s the best burger in New York City, but it’s very good — a bar burger executed perfectly), and during the mid innings I got to […]
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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