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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 August 2020 9:07 pm
You know things have really taken a turn for the worse when even Jacob deGrom can’t save the Mets.
The Mets and Marlins reported for makeup duty a little after 1 pm Monday, with Miami not particularly excited at having to fly up and back to New York in a single day, and presumably even less […]
by Jason Fry on 27 August 2020 11:45 pm
The Mets and Marlins didn’t play Thursday night.
After some milling around in front of both dugouts, the Mets ran out to their positions, led by Dominic Smith and Billy Hamilton. Miami’s Lewis Brinson stepped to the plate. Caps came off. The other players on both teams came out of the dugouts to stand in a […]
by Greg Prince on 26 August 2020 9:40 am
If it had been at all delightful, Tuesday’s twi-night doubleheader at Citi Field could have been billed a Berra’s Delight. Anybody who could make sense of the nonsense at hand would have been admitted free. Or admitted at all.
Nobody is admitted to baseball games in 2020, of course. After fourteen innings of futility, nobody who […]
by Jason Fry on 18 August 2020 2:09 am
A laugher is always welcome as a team trudges through the long march of a baseball season — and, as it turns out, as it sprints through an unexpectedly curtailed one. And a laugher is particularly welcome when that team has recently made you wonder if it will ever play sound baseball again.
The Mets, after […]
by Jason Fry on 8 August 2020 11:20 pm
Hello from Long Beach Island, which has been our summer getaway every year but one since 2003. We booked this trip back in the spring, reasoning that this part of the Jersey Shore is normally pretty socially distanced anyway and the restaurant scene has never been the draw for us, so perhaps it wouldn’t be […]
by Greg Prince on 8 August 2020 8:42 am
Friday night’s shoddy Met loss to the Miami Whodats (as in, who dat say dey gonna play for dem Marlins?) was mostly decided in the second inning when Michael Wacha gave up four runs. Considering the final score was 4-3, that was pretty decisive. But the inflection point was probably in the eighth, which encompassed […]
by Greg Prince on 21 May 2020 6:05 pm
I came across a quote recently: “If you don’t think baseball is a big deal, don’t play it. But if you do, play it right.” The source is Tom Seaver, as told to Pat Jordan in Sports Illustrated in 1972. Tom, as ever, played it right and said it right. Yet even Tom at his […]
by Greg Prince on 18 October 2019 3:51 pm
The best part about the Nationals sweeping the Cardinals in the NLCS, aside from the Cardinals being swept, is it left us plenty of time to get around to extending congratulations to our division rival on advancing to its first World Series. Washington won its first National(s) League pennant on Tuesday night, a week ahead […]
by Greg Prince on 27 September 2019 12:22 pm
You know all those games that got away that have been stewed over in the wake of the 2019 Mets’ elimination from playoff contention? I don’t care for such mulling. Yes, had Edwin Diaz resembled his Seattle self more than he did the reincarnation of Manny Acosta, that’s ‘x’ number of saves that probably wouldn’t […]
by Jason Fry on 24 September 2019 10:40 am
It’s the faces I’ll remember.
Steven Matz, hunkered down on the mound with his knees bent as Jorge Alfaro jogged around the bases, having authored a grand slam and a 6-0 Marlins lead. Matz’s face was a mask of horror and self-loathing, and for a moment I wondered if he’d be able to get back up.
Pete […]
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