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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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Very Much At Home

I won't be at Game Seven tonight, but my stomach is already on a train and my heart is running on the express track.
Next stop…well, we'll find out pretty soon, won't we?
I like Willie Randolph. He said the extent of his pre-Game Six pep talk was to go over travel plans for Detroit. Nice. Willie's […]

Very Much At Home

I won’t be at Game Seven tonight, but my stomach is already on a train and my heart is running on the express track.

Next stop…well, we’ll find out pretty soon, won’t we?

I like Willie Randolph. He said the extent of his pre-Game Six pep talk was to go over travel plans for Detroit. Nice. Willie’s […]

It Really Has Been Brought

We’re all tired. But c’mon Mr. Met. Once more, with feeling…(As ever, thanks Zed.)

Seven Years to Game Seven

As we endeavor to complete our 62nd two-game winning streak — and execute our 104th one-game winning streak — of 2006, I think I've finally figured out the deal with this team, specifically why every win has us staking out prime viewing spots on Lower Broadway and every loss has us dissecting traffic patterns on […]

Seven Years to Game Seven

As we endeavor to complete our 62nd two-game winning streak — and execute our 104th one-game winning streak — of 2006, I think I’ve finally figured out the deal with this team, specifically why every win has us staking out prime viewing spots on Lower Broadway and every loss has us dissecting traffic patterns on […]

All the Marbles

Wow.
It's possible I've never been so tired.
The email came this morning: Two tickets for tonight's game. $150 each. By the time it got to me it was a decent-length chain of emails, no guarantee the tickets were even still around. And then there was that shocking price tag.
But still.
Emily said she thought I should go. […]

All the Marbles

Wow.

It’s possible I’ve never been so tired.

The email came this morning: Two tickets for tonight’s game. $150 each. By the time it got to me it was a decent-length chain of emails, no guarantee the tickets were even still around. And then there was that shocking price tag.

But still.

Emily said she thought I should go. […]