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Greg Prince and Jason Fry
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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Looking for a Window

Got a great e-mail last night from a woman who took her kids to the game yesterday, presumably on the sly. Said it was a great day to play hooky from work.

Meanwhile, I had to work, yet felt I was playing hooky from baseball.

The last Mets game I missed in its entirety was Victor Zambrano’s […]

Zen and the Art of First Place Maintenance

It was another great game, I suppose, but even noble vintages can become a surfeit after enough bottles have been sampled.
—Roger Angell on Game Seven of the 1986 World Series

We’re not exactly in Ho-Hum, Another Win territory, but after a weekend like last weekend and a Tuesday night/Wednesday morning like Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, Wednesday night’s […]

Good for Us? Good for Now

Well, the most important thing is who El Duque isn't: He isn't Jose Lima or Jeremi Gonzalez. That makes me happy. Yeah, I'd seen Julio's stuff and thought big thoughts, but teams with 2 1/2 starters can't be picky, and as we're currently constituted Julio was a reliever searching for a role. And before anyone […]

Better The Duque You Know

El Duque's a Met. Jorge Julio isn't. Trade between Mets and Diamondbacks nets us an ex-Yank icon. Injuries and pennant races make strange bedfellows.

Omar's on SNY explaining that Orlando Hernandez isn't 50 and isn't washed up. He's certainly experienced in big situations. So is Christy Mathewson, but Hernandez is still active. Looked good for the […]

Show a Little Faith, There's Magic in the Night

I've got another Jason in my life. He's also a Mets fan and I also met him online and he's also very, very sharp; I have good luck with Jasons that way. The one I'm talking about here sent me the gift of prescience Tuesday:

Today marks 7 years since The Schilling Game. Which marks the […]

Once Upon a Time…

…Steve Trachsel was bad.

…Gavin Floyd didn't get a rainout.

…Pat Burrell was around to kill us.

…Sal Fasano had short hair and no 70s porn-king 'stache.

…Steve Trachsel was worse.

…Paul Lo Duca couldn't field a one-hop throw to the plate.

…David Bell was tolling for thee, me and everyone else in orange and blue.

…Julio Franco was running bases like […]

We're All Riders On This Train

The schedulemakers did us a favor by giving us an off day Monday. I don't mean us the Mets, I mean us the Mets fans. I was too drained for a game against anybody last night, let alone a large one against the second-place Phillies. That must mean we're doing something right as a team […]

Hat's All, Yanks!

Mr. Met doesn’t really need a new hat, but he thought he’d collect this one anyway. It wasn’t an easy find.

He grabbed it dramatically Friday.

It got away painfully Saturday.

But before a gust of wind could blow it into the LaGuardia flight path, he snatched it back definitively Sunday.

Hat’ll look good in Mr. Met’s trophy room, no?

Mr. Met’s haberdashery […]

The Cool of the Evening

Funny how quickly The Worst Loss Ever recedes when replaced by a perfectly good win, a two-out-of-three series triumph and the end to several irritating losing streaks. Though I didn't necessarily believe it when I groped for something constructive to say the day before yesterday, we got 'em tomorrow after all.

No longer am I unvictoried […]

Among the Cheerful Thugs

Honestly, I dread the Subway Series, and I don't particularly like to go — I've got anger-management issues as it is, so being confronted with braying Yankee fans in the flesh, instead of at the safe remove accorded by TV, isn't the best idea for me. Winning? It's marvelous, sure, but it comes with a […]