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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 Greg Prince on 31 August 2024 11:05 am
The authors of this book are drawn to baseball’s great losers. Not to individuals, but to entire teams. We prefer our calamities as the product of collective effort, a shared culpability not unlike Watergate. […] Besides, to err is human, to screw up royally requires a team effort.
—George Robinson & Charles Salzberg, On A Clear […]
by Greg Prince on 3 August 2024 11:41 am
Analysis before the trade deadline: We got Paul Blackburn? Who the bleep is…oh wait, the name is slightly familiar. Right, Paul Blackburn was an All-Star a couple of years ago. I remember that because when I saw he was representing the A’s in 2022, I thought, “who the bleep is…?”
As Friday night’s game got going: […]
by Greg Prince on 28 July 2024 11:08 am
The Mets’ return to Mercury went about as well as the maiden voyage 25 years ago. On July 27, 1999, New York’s National League franchise garbed up as from the planet closest to the sun and got burned, competitively and aesthetically. They lost to the Pirates that night and looked like…let’s say not Mets. Not […]
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 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 Jason Fry on 23 June 2024 9:19 am
By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around our 2024 beach vacation was at an end: house cleaned, last Long Beach Island breakfast consumed, farewells said, and car filled for the trip back to Brooklyn, the heat wave we’d been happy to miss, and normal life.
Heading up the Garden State Parkway, your correspondent was frankly weary. […]
by Jason Fry on 12 June 2024 7:40 am
So the Mets came home fresh off a heady, game-saving final play by Luis Torrens … and looked pretty much like the Mets we increasingly have no interest in watching.
Francisco Alvarez returned from the IL, which seemed heartening, and Tylor Megill pitched well in the early innings against the Marlins, looking like a young hurler […]
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 […]
by Jason Fry on 29 May 2024 1:19 am
The Mets looked listless in dropping the second game of Tuesday’s doubleheader against the Dodgers, and that limp display was the highlight of the day. Certainly it was better than the first game, in which a terrific start by Tylor Megill went down the toilet when his teammates couldn’t field, pitch or manage to hit […]
by Jason Fry on 20 May 2024 11:02 pm
I’d like to put 6:10 pm start times on the list of things that I thought would be good, or at least novel, and turned out to be terrible.
First off, I completely forgot. I was doing something non-baseball-related, noted it was around 6:35 pm, and reflexively went back to what I was doing, because 6:35 […]
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