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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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Time Is Sort Of On Our Side

’Twas four weeks before Christmas
When over by Shea
Chris Young had been hired
And promised he’d play

That was it for a spell
As signings would go
Talk had been active
But action was slow

The fans became restless
Wondering who’d be a Met
With checks to free agents
Not written yet

The club sent out e-mails
Wishing its very top tiding
While nurturing a roster
That wasn’t exciting

Eyes [...]

An Offseason Like All the Rest of Them

First off: There’s nothing wrong with Chris Young.

Heck, it’s even a potentially shrewd move. Going into the offseason, Dave Cameron of Fangraphs had Young as one of his potential free-agent bargains. Yeah, he only hit .200 last year and is never going to be great at hitting righties. But he’s 30 years old, a plus [...]

The Power of Love is a Curious Thing

Is there any better promotion for Mets baseball than the news that the Mets have invited Brandon Allen to Spring Training?

Sorry, too easy. I’ll try to maintain a clean slate for Brandon Allen, the Quadruple-A first baseman brought into supplement the Mets’ existing “glut” at that position. Once upon a time it was easy to [...]

Hot Rob Cano?

No matter whom his high-profile agent seeks out as a dining companion on any given evening, Robinson Cano won’t be a Met in 2014, 2015 or ever, at least until his career is nearing its end and his options are limited to Spring Training feelers (which is traditionally the moment the Mets prefer to pounce). [...]

Hawk Takes Walk

When a bargain ceases to be a bargain, then it’s just business. LaTroy Hawkins was a baseball bargain in 2013, getting paid a paltry (in the business where “paltry” is a highly relative term) million bucks for his Metropolitan services. He proved so valuable, he earned himself a nice raise.

Too nice to remain a bargain [...]

Terrific Birthday Greetings

Sure, you could’ve sent Tom Seaver a birthday card today — or at least written “Happy Birthday, Tom” on a Post-It note and stuck it to the cork atop a bottle of GTS Cabernet Sauvignon en route to toasting the Franchise — but there’s a better way to greet the day the Met who gave [...]

And Then There Were Three

Twenty-five Mets said hello on Opening Day, April 1. Twenty-two of them said some variation on goodbye — whether it was farewell, so long, see ya later or be back in a bit — before Closing Day, September 29. Let us review how 88% of the 2013 Mets stopped or at least paused being 2013 [...]

The Quick & The Ted (Atlanta 2017)

I’m still trying to confirm that Veterans Day has an April Fools component to it, because the bit I read Monday about the Braves moving out of currently 17-year-old Turner Field three years from now makes for quite the doozy, the whopper and the priceless gag. Hats off, fellas, I wanna say.

But it’s apparently real, [...]

Eye to Eye with Dr. K

The Sunday after the All-Star break at Citi Field was one of those afternoons when All Is As It Should Be. Matt Harvey was punishing the Phillies. A Dwight Gooden bobblehead was nestled inside my schlep bag. What we used to call DiamondVision found a moment between highlighting Harvey strikeouts to feature the de facto [...]

Don’t Be Screwin’ With Lewin

The best radio promotion I ever heard for the Mets aired the morning after they won the 1986 World Series. It consisted of every station in New York dwelling long and lovingly on the championship achieved in Queens the night before. There was no all-sports radio then, so the conversation was wholly organic, of the [...]