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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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I Take It All Back

I retract everything. Brian Wilson is, in fact, awesome..

First Sign of Trouble?

The Mets’ announcement of the return of 1987 emergency starting pitcher Don Schulze to the organization as a special Spring Training instructor was undermined when the team’s new clubhouse manager, Kevin Kierst, could rustle up only the H and the U for Schulze’s pinstriped No. 25 jersey. In light of the Mets ownership group’s recently […]

Why I'd Own a Team

Before the latest round of Wilpon news erupted, I had been thinking about owning a baseball team. I don’t mean that in the “I had some spare zillions lying around and was looking to buy one,” but rather why people (very rich people) would do it. Usually owners come to the fore when there’s bad […]

Straw's Big Mouth

One of the pleasures of the last few years has been Darryl Strawberry’s return to the Mets fold.

Straw left town under a pretty toxic cloud composed of his own problems, a nasty contract dispute, and our disappointment with the reality that he turned out to be Darryl Strawberry and not some amalgam of Ted Williams, […]

Heaven Must Wait

The first time the New York Jets broke my heart was on a frigid Sunday in Cleveland, December 10, 1978. I was going to be making my high school acting debut five nights later in a production of Heaven Can Wait, as the minor character Inspector Williams, and as close to curtain as we were, the […]

No. 90, Defensive End, for the New York Mets...

Now that he’s signed and assuming he’s sound, Chris Young will become the first Young — not counting former Cy Youngs — to tip his cap to applause at a Mets Home Opener since Anthony Young did so eighteen years ago. We were all younger then, but the defining characteristic of AY’s career was middle-aged.

Young […]

Even the Losers (Get Lucky Sometimes)

A pal asked me the other day how I felt about the Mets’ offseason, and I said I was happy. “But of course,” I added, “there’s accepting the fact that nothing much is going to happen.”

Fiscal responsibility is a laudable thing after a run of stupidity: It isn’t just Luis Castillo and Oliver Perez that […]

I Think I Saw This On 'Bewitched'

INT. LIVING ROOM — AFTERNOON

AS ENDORA WATCHES TELEVISION FROM AN EASY CHAIR, OBLIVIOUS TO HER SON-IN-LAW’S PAINED EXPRESSION, DARRIN PUTS DOWN THE SPORTS SECTION OF HIS NEWSPAPER ON THE COUCH WHERE HE SITS. HE SIGHS AND COMPLAINS TO SAMANTHA (SITTING NEXT TO HIM), “That darn Willie Harris did it to us again last night. If […]

I'll Miss Chris

For several hours Thursday I grappled with a modest identity crisis. My lifelong affiliation with the Capricorn party was cast into doubt by an astrological development that claimed I was actually a Sagittarius. I haven’t eyeballed my horoscope in decades, yet being a Capricorn — goat horns and all — has always been as much […]

Alliteration Alights Again

Alertly amending an alphabetically affable arrangement of purely professional pitchers, the Mets might move from spring-sorting to summer-sampling Taylor Tankersley’s talents. The sizable southpaw and heretofore hot hurler jauntily joins Boof Bonser and Chris Capuano for therapeutic throwing when rosters report this forthcoming February.

(Thanks to rightly regarded reader Chad Ochoseis for transmitting timely tip.)