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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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Take Me Out to Anaheim Stadium

Welcome to a special Monday holiday edition of Flashback Friday: Take Me Out to 34 Ballparks, a celebration, critique and countdown of every major league ballpark one baseball fan has been fortunate enough to visit in a lifetime of going to ballgames.

BALLPARK: Anaheim Stadium
LATER KNOWN AS: Angel Stadium
HOME TEAM: California Angels
VISITS: 1
VISITED: June 19, 1996
CHRONOLOGY: [...]

Hooray for R.A.

I’ll admit it: I’ve always thought of the knuckleball as more or less a stunt best reserved for baseball’s cabinet of curiosities. Which perhaps isn’t a surprise given that R.A. Dickey is already a credible candidate for the title of Most Successful Mets Knuckleballer ever. The only Met knuckleballer I can remember seeing is the [...]

Dessens-itized

Jerry Manuel couldn’t keep pulling unlikely starting pitcher candidates out of his hat (or elsewhere) forever. Hisanori Takahashi and R.A. Dickey each washed ashore from a foreign land — Japan and obscurity, respectively — and became mainstays of the Met rotation. It was probably too much to ask Fernando Nieve to rematerialize from the warm [...]

Endangered Species: The Dual Complete Game

Friday night was an extraordinary pitchers’ duel. The only thing that would have made it perfect would have been a better result, both in terms of reversing the identities of the winning and losing teams and if Johan Santana had, like Yovani Gallardo, pitched all nine innings in the process.

This is not a rant about [...]

Even Blue and Orange Geese Stop Laying

Ryota Igarashi is a hell of a nice guy: It was his birthday, but he gave Corey Hart a gift — a splitter that hung in the middle of the plate, and which the equally generous Hart promptly regifted, delivering it to the Brewer relievers in the distant bullpen as a game-winner.

Ah well, 35 goose [...]

Who Cares What Mike Francesa Thinks?

Apparently our favorite sports-radio hyena ripped Matthew Cerrone today for something he wrote about Mike Pelfrey. Francesa lobbed some personal attacks Cerrone’s way and then asked, “Who reads blogs anyway?”

What amuses me more than Francesa’s after-the-asteroid roaring is that is I found out about it on Metsblog. Which might surprise him, but not me. It’s [...]

The Beautiful Game

It was a canyon of zeroes along the top line of the Citi Field scoreboard these past three nights. Read ’em, per sweep:

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That’s what your defending National League champion Phillies left behind, thank you very much. More to the point, that’s what your homestanding New York Mets [...]

Mets Yearbook: 1988

Set your DVRs or just get yourself glued to SNY Friday night at 7:00 for the debut of Mets Yearbook: 1988, the latest installment of the best series on television and the latest one we’ll see in chronological terms. Get ready to revisit the powerhouse Mets who were going to reign for years to come: [...]

Long Live Bernie

Today is five years since Bernie the Cat was last with us. Right about now, if he were still stationed on the couch, this would be the look from him. It would be easily translated as, “You got me up for this? For four consecutive wins? For Dickey and Takahashi? Wake me when [...]

Don't Think, It Can Only Hurt the Ballclub

So perhaps I’ve been unfair, and the Mets had a Plan B for their starting pitching all along: “If, somehow, John Maine’s chronic injuries don’t disappear and Oliver Perez doesn’t stop pitching like Oliver Perez, we’ll just substitute a knuckleballer who’s a dead ringer for the Cowardly Lion and a 35-year-old who had a good [...]