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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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Baseball's Best Prognosticator

The alleged experts, the ones who trotted out their Power Rankings and declared a certain team was guaranteed success by its “greatest-ever” lineup while dismissing another nearby competitor, all take a backseat to Jordan Rant, the Long Island first grader who projected the postseason perfectly to date.

According to her Aunt Laurie, Jordan insisted all along [...]

Pride Wenteth After a Fall

So, New Springfield's looking pretty good now, isn't it, with our ample parking and daily Who concerts.
—Mayor Homer Simpson
Probably no need to stoke these fires, but it's a long way from here to Wednesday at 8:20 PM, so what the hell?
I was listening to the FAN all through the overnight, a program devoted to Yankee [...]

Pride Wenteth After a Fall

So, New Springfield's looking pretty good now, isn't it, with our ample parking and daily Who concerts.

—Mayor Homer Simpson

Probably no need to stoke these fires, but it's a long way from here to Wednesday at 8:20 PM, so what the hell?

I was listening to the FAN all through the overnight, a program devoted to Yankee [...]

Reality Trumps Satire

I swear, the headlines on ESPN's baseball page right now read like a two-year-old Onion come to life. Among them:
Report: Torre to be fired, replaced by Piniella
A-Rod: 'I sucked'
Bonderman: Perfect through five…
Law: No fight in Yanks
Mets sweep Dodgers to advance
New York's bullpen slams door late…
Beimel apologizes to teammates for cut hand
Fewer than dozen fans greet [...]

Reality Trumps Satire

I swear, the headlines on ESPN’s baseball page right now read like a two-year-old Onion come to life. Among them:

Report: Torre to be fired, replaced by Piniella

A-Rod: ‘I sucked’

Bonderman: Perfect through five…

Law: No fight in Yanks

Mets sweep Dodgers to advance

New York’s bullpen slams door late…

Beimel apologizes to teammates for cut hand

Fewer than dozen fans greet [...]

Emily's Wall

This* is my wife’s Met shrine at work. More joyous front pages and photos to come. And note the orange flowers in the blue vase, please. I’m happy to say the choice of colors was my handiwork….

*Image missing following blog’s migration to WordPress.

The Night Second Billing Was First-Rate

“All I know is that the only thing they’ll be talking about in the city of New York for the remainder of this season is National League baseball.” — Omar Minaya
Well, no. The Yankees led SportsCenter. Tidings of our doings didn't even arrive until after the first commercial break. WFAN? Wall-to-wall Yankees. Tomorrow's back pages? [...]

The Night Second Billing Was First-Rate

“All I know is that the only thing they’ll be talking about in the city of New York for the remainder of this season is National League baseball.” — Omar Minaya

Well, no. The Yankees led SportsCenter. Tidings of our doings didn’t even arrive until after the first commercial break. WFAN? Wall-to-wall Yankees. Tomorrow’s back pages? [...]

Capping Off Holy Saturday

They advertise that you can't script October. But don't tell me we didn't submit this treatment.
Would you have it any other way? Could you ask for a better 300-minute span, one in which the team we hate — along with its final abhorrent remnant of overblown aura and phony mystique — is destroyed and the [...]

Capping Off Holy Saturday

They advertise that you can’t script October. But don’t tell me we didn’t submit this treatment.

Would you have it any other way? Could you ask for a better 300-minute span, one in which the team we hate — along with its final abhorrent remnant of overblown aura and phony mystique — is destroyed and the [...]