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Jason Fry and Greg Prince
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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Where's the Outrage?

No matter how hard I try, I can't get too worked up about Al Leiter's supposed comments to Carlos Delgado. For the record, here they are from the original Toronto Sun article, a retelling of the Delgado saga that is perhaps thorough to a fault:

“Who better to discourage him from going to New York? … In New […]

Ninth Wonders

Scioscia … Gibson … Pendleton … Jordan … I certainly hope we've

salted the earth with enough bad retro karma to keep evil spirits at

bay for the balance of 2005. I took virtually the same tack as you

regarding the '88 World Series, peeking in only very occasionally (a

plan I found myself employing eleven years later under […]

John Fricking Shelby

Wasn't John Shelby in our camp one particularly misbegotten spring? I remember being upset about that. Though it wasn't as bad as Jim Leyritz, which prompted Emily's funniest-ever reaction to a Met atrocity, as well as proof that she's a baseball fan of the first order, and hold any grading on the gender curve, thank […]

Think Unpleasant Thoughts

“I’ve got a speech if he wins, I’ve got a speech if he doesn’t.”
“You wrote a concession?”
“Of course I wrote a concession. You want to tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing?”
“No.”
“Then go outside, turn around three times and spit. What the hell’s the matter with you?”
“It’s like 25 degrees outside.”
“Go.”

– […]

In St. Lucie, All Players Are Above Average

This is the time of year when one of two things is happening to your baseball team: Those coming back from injuries aren't doing as well as they would like (or are off getting MRI #1), or everyone is throwing well, getting along, adapting to their new positions and getting ready to hit .300.

So far […]

Shvitz Go Mets

The thing I really like about spring training, I decided, is that after months of seeing ballplayers as businessmen and bounty and celebrities and vessels for our unfulfilled, unreasonable dreams, we are now seeing them as ballplayers. Press conferences and personal appearances are secondary to what it is they actually do for a living, which […]

Stir-Crazy and Ready to Rumble

Here we are at the first stir-crazy point of spring training, the first afternoon that 1:30 rolls around and you think, “Can't they televise a split-squad game or something?” At least a week from now they actually will play a game. It'll even be an actual game, at least by spring training's low standards. It'll even be televised. It'll even be […]

Sympathy for the Cameron

It won't matter come April or July or, fingers crossed impossibly tight, October, but have you noticed that we've been aced out of the back page every day of spring training thus far? I thought we had the sexy stories: Pedro reporting, Carlos alighting, Cameron fuming, Mike marrying, Willie laying down the law, Jeff Keppinger […]

Did the Fonz Jump the Shark?

Ah, Fonzie. You and I are never going to agree on this, and that's OK — if we wanted bloodless analysis everyone could agree with at a glance, we'd be actuaries. To me, it's pretty clear that Fonzie's bad back killed his career, or at least maimed it — his power numbers have dipped into the […]

The Great Wright Hope

It has been two years, two months and a week since Edgardo Alfonzo signed with the San Francisco Giants. Not that I’m counting. I raged against the Metchine all through the winter of ’02-’03 over this crime against humanity, loyalty and good taste. The only things that got me through this dark period were the […]