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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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Welcome, THB Class of 2014!

My goodness, is it really the 10th time we’ve done this?

Background: I have a trio of binders, long ago dubbed The Holy Books (THB) by Greg, that contain a baseball card for every Met on the all-time roster. They’re in order of matriculation: Tom Seaver is Class of ’67, Mike Piazza is Class of ’98, […]

Celebrate Me Home

Singin’ to the world
It’s time we let the spirit come in
Let it come on in

Those 2014 New York Mets kept up their end of the minuscule bargain I struck with them in the middle of July. They had just come off a vigorous homestand in which they won seven of their previous eight games, and caught […]

Mets Fast Forward

The 2014 World Champion New York Mets’ highlight DVD — whose title, Soak It Up, of course refers to the several million 7 Line hit towels we twirled as our boys rode triumphantly up the Canyon of Heroes — features one of the biggest blows of the year, Daniel Murphy’s fifth-inning, opposite-field, three-run homer, the […]

The Pitcher Batted Eighth

The Mets’ starting pitcher, a talented lad with a stick in his hand, batted eighth Monday night in St. Louis. This slight adjustment in offensive alignment embodied unprecedented innovation and welcome aggressiveness, so I considered it a slight tick in the correct direction. Unfortunately, Mets “hitters,” as they’re known by default, batted first through seventh […]

Like a Room Without a Roof

I stumbled into a realization a few weeks ago: baseball is a metaphor for baseball. It’s not a metaphor for life. It doesn’t serve as our symbolic rebirth or any of that folderol. Opening Day means that after too many months without regulation games, we get one, to be followed almost immediately by another, and […]

This Is No Eighth-Place Ballclub

Leo Durocher would have relished this weekend in Las Vegas. The Cactus League Cubs — the team he managed to its only oasis of success in a nearly 40-year schlep through a desert of futility, and the Grapefruit Circuit Mets — the team that inevitably turned 1969 into a Near North Side mirage, will square […]

Managing Expectations

This just in (and in…and in again, because boy does the novelty of Spring Training wear off fast): wave after wave of Met after Met has descended upon Port St. Lucie, led by approximately 54 power-armed young pitchers, all of whom brandish can’t-miss stuff, a couple of whom might even be permitted to make the […]

Better Player, Better Team?

The Mets are signing somebody! Cue the applause!

I’m clapping, and not just politely, to my mild surprise. I’m all for the Mets securing the services of better players, and I’m fairly certain Curtis Granderson is better than what they had before they got him. Perhaps because I didn’t expect the Mets to actually get him […]

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 […]

We Now Return You to Your Regularly Scheduled Angst

Wow, the Red Sox won their first World Series at Fenway in 95 years!
Who’s gonna play first for us?

Unless Big Papi is holding a grudge against Kaiser Wilhelm, I suppose they can retire every last reference to 1918 up there.
None of the in-house candidates is remotely satisfactory.

Shame about Beltran not getting his ring.
Who’s gonna play […]