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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 6 February 2013 4:59 pm
In a few short days, pitchers and catchers, David Wright and any players wise enough to understand Terry Collins’ odd definition of “on time” will all have assembled in Port St. Lucie for spring training. Which will be nice — but not because it’s a sign of spring.
That doesn’t really work for me any more. […]
by Jason Fry on 30 November 2012 4:08 pm
The Germans have their specialties: awesome board games, unhealthy food that repeats on you, whistle-worthy luxury cars, the occasional bid to cover the world in darkness.
They’re also known for long, really useful compound words describing hard-to-summarize emotional states.
The most famous one of these is Schadenfreude, best translated into English as HA HA THE YANKEES LOST. […]
by Jason Fry on 5 December 2011 4:40 pm
Back in May I wondered what it would feel like when the number of Jose Reyes Mets highlights remaining were reduced to zero. Now we know.
It sucks.
Jose Reyes is no longer a Met. That’s awful enough right there, but of course it’s worse.
Jose Reyes is a Miami Marlin. Eighteen times a year, starting in late […]
by Jason Fry on 29 September 2011 12:30 pm
For a from-the-seats perspective on Closing Day, I’ll bow to my partner, who was actually there.
I saw it on SNY, and like a lot of you wound up with emotional whiplash: My euphoria at Jose Reyes’s hit was followed in uncomfortably short order by bafflement that his day was done practically before it began, which […]
by Jason Fry on 19 April 2011 11:45 pm
And like the song said, what it is ain’t exactly clear. But whatever it is, I know I don’t like it.
I’m not referring to the Mets stumbling around the field, approaching at-bats like puppies lunging for a chew toy, and otherwise making the Astros look like world-beaters in every way possible. Though I didn’t like […]
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