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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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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 […]

Twenty Homers, Decent Cachet

Marlon Byrd joined the Mets’ 20-home run club Monday. As exclusivity goes, it’s an honor that falls somewhere between the United States Senate and one of those Facebook groups that requires an invitation. It’s not that incredible that you’d get in, but making it there probably says something about your interests and perhaps your capabilities.

Byrd […]

The Game to End All Games & 45 for 45

Winning in 20 innings by using 24 Mets who accumulated 9 hits despite batting against 2 Cardinal position players for the last 3 of those innings has generated some truly deep thinking among our readers, as evidenced by our unusually busy (for a Sunday) comments section and in-box. It’s great stuff, particularly the following, an […]

Out of the Tunnel

As expected, Cliff Floyd has signed with the Cubs (at Shea May 14-17), making him officially an ex-Met. It’s not like we didn’t know his going wasn’t coming. And now he’s truly gone.

Cliff became a Met when the team didn’t know whether it was coming or going. The 2002 season was a calamity and the […]

If We Make It Through December

I know of a guy who’s got a lovely wife and a couple of fine kids. He was supposed to be on his way home to them, but he was in a pickle of a limbo of a quandary: Should I get on back to the missus and my children or should I go live […]

Monsta's Ball

It’s Cliff Floyd’s world. We’re just living in it.

Our left fielder, our cleanup hitter, our heart, our soul, our leader, our de facto captain, our barometer of what’s what, our very own Monsta took care of business that desperately needed attending to Saturday night.

Cliff Floyd is in business…business of kicking Brendan Donnelly’s ass. And let […]

Bad Lieutenant, Great Subplot

“Ah, memories, memories … and here we go again, back on the same old trip: digressions, tangents, crude flashbacks…”

Have you ever seen “The Bad Lieutenant”? It’s not about Matt Galante, but rather a corrupt in every sense of the world NYPD detective played by Harvey Keitel. Several years ago, Fred Bunz recommended it to me at […]