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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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Garbage Time Is Here Again

Watching Daisuke Matsuzaka get spanked the Tigers, I found myself depressed.

I wasn’t depressed because Matsuzaka got pummeled, though that wasn’t much fun — the Mets put up a bit of a fight early, then trudged through the rest of the game. Matsuzaka said after the game that he found himself after the Tigers’ initial barrage, [...]

Edible Garbage

Ah, Garbage Time. Been a while.

(Theatrical sigh.)

Garbage Time is weird. Losing generally produces a dull ache instead of the sharp pain felt while you still dream of the postseason, but winning, weirdly, can be more fun. And I know why: When your team’s aiming at first place, or the wild card, or even just has [...]

Garbage Time

At least Jerry played the kids.

There really isn’t a lot else to say about this one — Johan Santana spotted the Astros a three-spot while searching for his changeup in an ugly first inning, ripped a double past the third baseman instead of bunting, David Wright hit a home run, and Ike Davis started a [...]

Poison Pen

Checking in on the Mets from afar — There was only hit, and it was by Hamels? K-Rod did what? — while bouncing around between Florida and Rhode Island and various airports, I didn’t quite realize how mad I was at them. Until I sat down to watch an otherwise anonymous, playing-out-the-string game in Houston [...]