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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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Let's Go Home

About a month ago (or so it seems), the Mets headed off for the West Coast, not knowing that what lay ahead was the baseball equivalent of the Donner Pass. Delgado. Reyes. Putz. K-Rod. Cora. Sheffield. Church. Beltran. All either went on the DL, missed games or had their contributions hindered by injuries. (And now [...]

Where It's At

Bob Murphy lives. His most enduring lesson certainly does. Baseball, the original Murph told us countless times, is a game of redeeming features. Saturday night proved him indubitably and eternally correct.

Met upon Met redeemed himself at Fenway Park. They lined up like we incessant diet cola drinkers who live in a carbonated beverage container deposit [...]

You're Welcome, Mr. Martinez

Seeing how that worked out, before tomorrow's game I will pen an anguished attack on the rest of the starting nine.

His First Step Into a Larger World

Snapped by his mom on Mother’s Day, while I watched from the Excelsior level very far away and cheered on my two beloved little dots. Careful, kid — linger out there in left field too long and you might find yourself at first base with a borrowed glove.

Mets Do Whatever That Thing Is That Isn't Losing! Mets Do Whatever That Thing Is That Isn't Losing!

I'm not the least bit ashamed to say my two-day vacation from the Mets was necessary and thoroughly pleasant.

Tuesday night's debacle also marked the end of a long run of late nights spent working at the computer; on Wednesday morning I dragged myself out of bed and swore that five minutes after Joshua was in [...]

The Willie Mays Bridge

One week delayed due to a fever that could have eviscerated Corona, 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, [...]

The Mets Said Hey!

In the 1979 Mets yearbook, the organization wished one of their own the best as he ascended to Cooperstown. Willie Mays wore the uniform of New York’s National League entry for fourteen seasons, six playing in Harlem, two playing in Flushing and six more tutoring “the kids” of Queens. Somewhere in there was a hitch [...]

Sky Falling at Slightly Slower Pace

According to Adam Rubin, Jose Reyes is not DL'd yet and may not have to be. The Mets are calling it tendinitis behind the right calf, a situation that can't imperil the leg. So he'll be back right away. Or soon. Or eventually. He's (drumroll, please) day-to-day.

It's the Mets and an injury. Believe what you [...]

One Step Forward, Too Many Steps Back

The catcher was a spy, but with apologies to Moe Berg, it was the leftfielder who wore the most cunning of disguises for nearly forty games. Turns out Daniel Murphy was a first baseman. He's been found out — praise the lord and pass the ammunition.

Now if we can solve the mystery of the incredible [...]

Progress (of a Deeply Pathetic Sort)

Suddenly this is what amounts to progress around here: The Mets' loss was merely aggravating instead of disgusting.

Oh, it didn't look good when Daniel Murphy, cast as a hapless plaything of the cruel baseball gods, mishandled the first ball put in play since Jeremy Reed mishandled last night's final ball put in play. And, logically [...]