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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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9 For 9

So, what did you do today?

Oh, beat the Braves twice. Pretty much buried their fading Wild Card hopes. Stuck two tomahawks in their figurative head.

Anything else?

Lowered our magic number a couple of times. It’s 9 now. Got another huge game out of Shawn Green. Saw Beltran come back and look fine.

That it?

Pretty much…oh yeah, Oliver […]

10 For 10

Nothing like eating the Braves’ lunch for lunch. Dave Williams continues to make a compelling case for the postseason (I hope somebody’s paying attention). Carlos D went L Ong. Shawn Green stopped pressing and started hitting. Guillermo Mota has always been a great Met.

But most of all, winning the opener of the doubleheader means the […]

A Connecticut Blogger in Grand Central's Food Court

“Game's called.”

“No game.”

“Rainout.”

“They're not playing.”

“It's called.”

Mets fans are the most helpful people there are when they see you walking in the direction of their stadium and they're walking the other way soaked. It was just before 7 o'clock that I stepped off the 7 (and around various tennis detours…what a waste of good stickball balls) […]

Rainy Day Whining #12 + #35

Rain at the beach is depressing.

Rain at the beach, followed by a rainout of the night's baseball game, is slightly more depressing.

Being depressed by a rainout in a city just two hours away when you've been watching it rain all day? I have no excuse.

I mean, really. I knew the Phillies were rained out. I'd […]