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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 Jason Fry on 13 April 2013 1:10 am
OK, not quite … but it sure felt that way.
I would love to get an up-close look at Target Field, which I’ve seen praised as a wonderful park and the anti-Citi for its generous portions of Twinsiana. And one day I will. But tonight I was happy to be 1,200 miles away huddled on a […]
by Jason Fry on 8 April 2013 1:33 am
On Sunday afternoon a strange thing happened at Citi Field: The Mets won the kind of game that used to constantly go the Marlins’ way.
Seriously, if you’ve been a Mets fan for 10 years or so, look at this sequence out of context and tell me it doesn’t conjure up Soilmaster Stadium, Luis Castillo, Antonio […]
by Greg Prince on 26 September 2012 4:04 am
(Before moving on to our usual fun and games, our deepest thoughts and absolute best wishes go out to Shannon Forde, one of the true shining lights of the Mets organization and a great friend to the blogging community, as she battles to beat Stage IV breast cancer. Please visit Hope Shines For Shannon and […]
by Greg Prince on 24 September 2012 12:24 pm
I’m happy on a Monday from attending two Mets-Marlins games Saturday and Sunday, I’m pretty sure, because the act of Mets baseball — seeking it out, absorbing it fully and wrapping up the leftovers to go — still fulfills me. The lousy record, the murky future, the uninspiring ownership and the dozens of obvious letdowns […]
by Greg Prince on 9 September 2012 8:55 pm
The first predictable part was the Mets scoring no more than three runs Sunday, a total they haven’t exceeded in their own ballpark since Robert Moses wore short pants, a span covering their three most recent Citi Field series (and, presumably, the late Robert Moses’s legs). They scored two, extending the frayed string in question […]
by Jason Fry on 5 August 2012 1:01 am
This time I saw it coming — a brutal regression to the mean in the second half of what had been a heartening season.
Funny thing is, it didn’t make any difference.
Once again I went to kick the football of postseason hopes, and once again the Mets pulled it out of the way, and once again […]
by Jason Fry on 24 July 2012 1:25 am
Before tonight’s game, our bloggy colleagues at Amazin’ Avenue asked readers to predict how many wins the 47-48 Mets would wind up with.
My answer: 47, though I admitted that might be overly pessimistic.
Tonight the Mets played the kind of game that they’ve specialized in since the break: Fall behind, catch up thanks to a brief […]
by Greg Prince on 23 July 2012 5:40 am
Our pal Shannon Shark at Mets Police has an interesting theory that the Mets aren’t an organically occurring baseball team as much as they’re a serialized television drama that I’ve been writing since 1962, which is flattering of him to suggest, but I must reject the notion because I maintain the […]
by Jason Fry on 8 July 2012 1:25 am
Recent events suggest I was wrong about Dillon Gee. Recent events suggest I was right about Ruben Tejada. Both of these things make me happy.
That’s the fun of being a sports fan — it’s fun to be right, but sometimes you’re wrong and it makes you the happiest person in the room.
Last year Gee got […]
by Greg Prince on 6 July 2012 3:25 am
Games like these make you want to kiss the Mets logo smack between the “e” and the “t”…though maybe it would be more appropriate to kiss its “s,” considering it was Thursday’s tail end that made the whole thing so lovable.
There were enough isolated incidents across the 8½ innings that preceded this happiest of endings […]
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