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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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This Is A Dark Ride

It was a perfectly admissible argument that Howard Beale advanced in the days that followed. It was, however, also a very depressing one. Nobody particularly cared to hear his life was utterly valueless.
—Narrator, Network

Goddammit, this is a dark fucking period.
—Dewey Cox, Walk Hard

Things can’t get worse, they got to get better, a wise man once […]

The Way We'll Remember This One

Truth be told, I never had any use for “Friends.” It just didn't work for me — I found the characters dull or actually irritating, and so never cared what happened to them. But I did think the method for naming the shows — each show is formally known as “The One With…” or “The […]

Single Met Hit Seeks Companions

This season is 45% complete and not 1 Met has a home run total as high as his uniform number. It's not like we were counting on Elmer Dessens to lead the way either.

Gary Sheffield wears 10; he has 9.

David Wright wears 5; he has 4.

Luis Castillo wears 1; he has 0.

The Mets wear glum […]

Taste the Tour

Try to catch or record SNY's Mets Weekly this week during one of its scheduled reairings: Monday at 1:00 PM; Tuesday at 6:30 PM; Thursday at 6:30 PM. The extraordinary New York baseball historian I wrote about a couple of weeks ago, Peter Laskowich, is featured, giving a mini-tour of Manhattan baseball landmarks, specifically Madison […]

Friday Night Vitriol

Two weeks ago we could debate and decide which was the greater of two evils: a game disgracefully booted when the pressure was on or a game all but forfeited from the word go. Tonight provided the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup of answers.

You got your slipshod defense in my pathetic blowout loss!

You got your pathetic […]

Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough

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.

Except that […]

The Boys Go See the Man

When you get a ticket plan, the tickets from later in the schedule seem like the stuff of science fiction: Amid the chill of February, who can imagine June 25, 2009? For all we knew back then, we might spend the evening mourning Michael Jackson, waiting for the latest news out of Iran and making […]

The Life You Were Meant to Live

And you may find yourself without your star players.

And you may find yourself barely over .500.

And you may find yourself losing far more often than you win this month.

And you may find yourself on the upside of an 11-0 romp that you view from Excelsior level infield seats that you didn't pay for.

And you may […]

Myths, Realities and Joel Piñeiro

A team that had Yadier Molina didn't need Joel Piñeiro. Molina did us in on one swing so infamous a book I know made it the photographic representation of Mets fans' sense of Fear. But it is Piñeiro who has been the most vile of St. Louis villains since then. (FYI, Albert Pujols isn't a […]

The $140 Million Underdogs

It's long been my contention (though not my co-blogger's) that Mets fans have never been comfortable with hegemony. Our history is one of miracles and belief; our flirtations with dynasty have generally ended with the amassed firepower aimed at our own feet. Even the '86 team needed a miracle a whole lot bigger than 1969's […]