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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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The Even Newer Mets

Perhaps you remember Carlos Beltran's introductory press conference in which he declared that the heretofore bedraggled, woebegone organization he'd signed with was no more, that these fellows with whom he'd thrown in his lot for lots of money were instead the New Mets.

That was January 11, 2005. On May 30, 2009, Beltran didn't make any [...]

Omir the Driving Force

Omir Santos drove home Gary Sheffield Friday night while driving away Ramon Castro. He may be our most versatile catcher ever.

As we click our heels over Santos, we are destined to remember Castro fleetingly…which is just about the only fleetness to be associated with Ramon. Yet in the annals of Mets backup backstops, he was [...]

The Round Mound of Pound Is Chicago-Bound

It hasn't been a banner couple of years in Flushing where roster management is concerned, but the Mets moved with rather un-Metsian determination and dispatch tonight, sending Ramon Castro to the Chicago White Sox for 25-year-old pitcher Lance Broadway even as Omir Santos was still raising his fists toward the klieg lights.

Of course, Santos helped [...]

Wicked Game

The Faith and Fear t-shirt made its overdue New England debut a week ago courtesy of the KingmanFan clan, representing at the Fens in true blue and orange style. From left to right, that’s Sky himself, accompanied to Fenway by wife Lisa and daughter Lauren (their shirts are nice, too). Reports our longtime commenter, “Received [...]

Last Summer in Long Beach

Welcome to Flashback Friday: I Saw The Decade End, a milestone-anniversary salute to the New York Mets of 1969, 1979, 1989 and 1999. Each week, we immerse ourselves in or at least touch upon something that transpired within the Metsian realm 40, 30, 20 or 10 years ago. Amazin’ or not, here it comes.

Rarely have [...]

How Umpire Video Review Works

“Well, fuck, we have to do this again.”

“Again? Really? Can't we just reflexively rule against the Mets like we used to? It was a lot easier then.”

“I know. It was a great umpiring tradition, one we were proud to uphold. Like wearing a chest protector.”

“Remember when Chris Woodward had a home run called a triple [...]

In Which Emily Checks Something Off Her Bucket List

It was one of my wife's more modest goals, but also apparently one of the harder-to-reach ones: See Johan Santana pitch.

Emily and her dad have had a seven- or 15-game plan for a couple of years, and their run of starting-pitcher luck has been spotty to say the least: Last year they got a surfeit [...]

Ending, Middle, Beginning

First, you gotta start with how it ended, which was with Liván Hernandez, the human petrol pump, dispensing every last pitch the Mets' tank would require. How many? I heard 127. Did it matter? Not really. Honestly, what does Liván Hernandez have to do but pitch? Everybody else's arm is always being saved for a [...]

The Tenth Game of the Rest of My Life

First of all, I'm crazy about the President, Josh. I've been crazy about him for longer than you've known who he was. And I'll keep poking him with a stick. That's how I show my love.

—Amy Gardner on her gadfly tendencies, The West Wing

With no flourishes or ruffles, a personal milestone of sorts was established [...]

Met Hot American Summer

Happy Memorial Day. Keep in mind those who gave their all in service to a great country. And enjoy a ballgame tonight and most every night (or day) for a few months.