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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.

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True Colors

Twenty years ago today, the Mets won us a World Series. Today, on the heels of the promised year of Fridays in which we commemorated that victory, I want you to win two.
We have another copy of The New York Mets Vintage World Series Films DVD from A&E Home Video to make yours. It is […]

True Colors

Twenty years ago today, the Mets won us a World Series. Today, on the heels of the promised year of Fridays in which we commemorated that victory, I want you to win two.

We have another copy of The New York Mets Vintage World Series Films DVD from A&E Home Video to make yours. It is […]

Two World Series, Two Deserving Champions

Congratulations to Ray Stilwell, winner of our second Flashback Friday quiz. He joins David Anderson, Jr. in our pantheon of FBF champions.

We thank A&E Home Video for supplying us with the discs to give away. If you wish to purchase the DVD for yourself or a loved one, you can find more information here.

Dancing With the Non-Entities

Game Four of the World Series (in St. Louis, not my imagination) was rained out last night. May be rained out tonight. Or maybe tomorrow. Who can keep up?
Who cares to?
Back when we were just some second-rate, second-division afterthought, I probably would have. Baseball fans watch baseball games and I'm a baseball fan. Yet after […]

Dancing With the Non-Entities

Game Four of the World Series (in St. Louis, not my imagination) was rained out last night. May be rained out tonight. Or maybe tomorrow. Who can keep up?

Who cares to?

Back when we were just some second-rate, second-division afterthought, I probably would have. Baseball fans watch baseball games and I'm a baseball fan. Yet after […]

And The Moon Rose Over An Open Field

Three hundred twenty-three regular-season games. Six National League Division Series games. Seven National League Championship Series games. Two exhibition games. One intrasquad game. Two games rained out after I sat down. One baseball card show.
I've been inside Shea Stadium quite a bit. But never was I as cold as I was Tuesday night. And never […]

And The Moon Rose Over An Open Field

Three hundred twenty-three regular-season games. Six National League Division Series games. Seven National League Championship Series games. Two exhibition games. One intrasquad game. Two games rained out after I sat down. One baseball card show.

I’ve been inside Shea Stadium quite a bit. But never was I as cold as I was Tuesday night. And never […]

Self-Delusional Tuesday

Granted, I'd like to be leading two-oh going into Game Three, but I like our chances with the World Series one-one coming to Shea tonight. I also like John Maine. A lot.
Let's shake off Game Two. Whatever it is Kenny Rogers did or didn't have on his hand, we can assume he was waiting seven […]

Self-Delusional Tuesday

Granted, I’d like to be leading two-oh going into Game Three, but I like our chances with the World Series one-one coming to Shea tonight. I also like John Maine. A lot.

Let’s shake off Game Two. Whatever it is Kenny Rogers did or didn’t have on his hand, we can assume he was waiting seven […]

Wow, What a World Series!

Both teams look like garbage, Dad. All's I know is Da Bears could be kicking some major butt right now.
—Denise Swerski
I never realized how boring this game is.
—Homer Simpson
I'd hide under the sink except Tommy Lasorda beat me to it.
Endy Chavez himself could not save this matchup from sailing out of Consciousness Park.
Where's that 1988 […]