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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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Order More Superlatives...

…because we’re running out of them for R.A. Dickey.

The already-undermanned Dodgers had no chance against a knuckler that was once again unhittable. None whatsoever. The degree of their no-chanceness was such that for a good part of the night we were all grousing about whatever happened to Andres Torres out there on Aaron Harang’s pop [...]

Of Dickey, Harang & Harangues

Gosh, I hope the passage directly below doesn’t came back to haunt us tonight as R.A. Dickey of the Mets faces Aaron Harang of the Dodgers. Not that there’s anything nasty about what one of the starters said about the other, but the last time something less than flattering about the L.A. club appeared under [...]

The Chris Army

The more you watch baseball and the more you mature as a person, the less you are inclined to blithely dismiss the people who play the game in a glib, pejorative fashion. For example, it would have been shallow and unfair of me to have thought, in 2011, “My god, Chris Capuano and Chris Young [...]

Best Team Song That Isn't 'Meet The Mets'

How great is “D-O-D-G-E-R-S (Oh Really? No, O’Malley)”? So great that Danny Kaye could almost be forgiven for, in 1962, glorifying a treacherous, greedy franchise five years after it eternally wounded Brooklyn’s soul. We will be rooting against the descendants of those Flatbush refugees for the next four nights, but any excuse to listen to [...]

The Unfamiliar Confines

How strange is it that it’s been 13 months since the Mets visited Wrigley? We say this every year, but it’s strange. Fuck interleague. More games against real rivals, harumph, harumph.

That’s from the email exchange Greg and I had discussing who was recapping what in the Cubs series — a conversation I kept thinking about while [...]

Portrait of a Screwed-Up Evening

So I met a friend for drinks around 7. Then, well, it was time to eat, so we did that. Since I was on recap duty, I peeked guiltily at the game a couple of times during dinner. The Mets were up 2-0, which mollified me slightly. Then they were behind. Walking home, I turned [...]

Mets Yearbook: 1983

Tonight at 7, prior to the pregame show, SNY takes us back to the bridge linking the fetid past with the promising future via Mets Yearbook: 1983. The campaign in question yielded the Mets’ seventh consecutive terrible record (68-94) but ended on a reasonably high note (31-29). More foretelling, the season marked the Met debuts [...]

It Could Happen to Anybody

You can lose one game to the Cubs, who are professionals no matter their record. You can appear helpless at the left hand of Travis Wood, whose command was sharp and approach was impeccable. You can waste Johan Santana’s six strong innings because sometimes great pitchers on good nights are outdone by lesser pitchers on [...]

The Little Team That Didn't

The fine print on doggedly determined underdog teams that rise up and take a bite out of dismissive expectations is they’re prone to getting rapped on the nose by those wielding rolled-up newspapers…or booming bats.

This was a lousy weekend to be the Little Team That Could once it became apparent they Couldn’t. This was a [...]

The Continuing Education of Lucas Duda

OK, first of all: Ouch.

We had the bastards …  or so it seemed.

Going into the game, I was nervous about Chris Young’s fly-ball tendencies given where fly balls hit by the Yankees tend to land, as last night’s Cano/A-Rod/Andruw barrage demonstrated. I didn’t have to be: Young was great, stifling the Yankees through six innings [...]