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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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The Midday Flub of Ben Revere

Rules I can’t believe baseball maintains:

1) The bit about transferring the ball from the glove to the hand after the ball is effectively caught.

2) Allowing Matt Harvey to face mere mortals.

Both items worked to our advantage Sunday, so sure, we’ll take ’em. There’s really nothing illegal or immoral about pitching Harvey every fifth day, though [...]

The Gloomiest Recap: 150

Overheard high atop 514 Thursday afternoon…

ROB EMPROTO: What’s the worst game you’ve ever been to?
ME: September 15, 2011, Mets versus Nationals.

To be fair, across two Logs that have tracked the 522 official Mets games I’ve attended, Collapse games have been worse. Johnny and Armando late-inning specials have been worse. Anything where “NY” won and it [...]

Mets Yearbook: 1981

SNY presents Mets Yearbook: 1981 tonight at 6:30. Don’t know if it will be presented in two distinct halves with the middle third missing.

And if you get that, you don’t have to read this. Or this. But I encourage you to, anyway. It’s an off day. You’ve got the time.

Image courtesy of “Mario Mendoza…HOF lock” [...]

The Happiest Recap: 037-039

Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season consisting of the “best” 37th game in any Mets season, the “best” 38th game in any Mets season, [...]

(Just Like) Starting Over

My sister gave me the news thirty years ago this morning: John Lennon was murdered last night. My first thought was the next thing Suzan said:

“Now they’ll never get back together.”

Lennon’s assassination (which always sounded strange, in that politicians got “assassinated,” but what else could you call it?) was one of those events that just [...]

What a Waste of 74 Degrees

Weather.com says the high in Zip Code 11368 today was 74 degrees. What a waste of temperature.

I get why there’s a blank spot on the schedule between the first home game and the second home game, but nevertheless, Safety Day is a terrible way to follow up Opening Day, particularly an Opening Day as sweetly [...]

Rust Never Sleeps

While sitting here hopng the J-E-T-S will B-E-A-T the Chargers (and coming up with reasons to dislike the City of San Diego…stupid zoo), I’ve been kindly sent a link to a segment of vintage Art Rust, Jr. from 1981, at the beginning of his tenure on WABC. It’s a Spring Training show during which Art [...]

Fools for the Mets

Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales From The Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 358 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.

4/29/81 W Pittsburgh 0-2 Roberts 1 4-11 [...]

I Should Really Start Writing This Down

Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales From The Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 358 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.

8/15/81 Sa Philadelphia 2-1 Leach 1 5-13 [...]

Step Right Up and Meet The Log

In this notebook is scrawled the history of every official Major League Baseball game I’ve ever attended. Each Flashback Friday in 2008 will be devoted to culling its numbers and telling its tales, starting with the night in 1981 I began filling in its blanks.