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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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Little Mets Sunshine

Go figure. After somehow overcoming their own lack of hitting and boneheadedness afield to take two from the Yankees at Citi Field, the Mets made the very short trip north to resume hostilities in the Bronx with the likable but generally luckless Jeremy Hefner on the mound. So of course they leaped on David Phelps [...]

Why We Keep Watching

Even great baseball teams lose an annoying number of games.

The runaway-train teams — your ’86 Mets and ’98 Yankees and ’01 Mariners — are still going to lose 15 or 20 games that make you want to lie down in the road. Which means 45 to 60 hours of your time will be dedicated to [...]

The New New Breed

Before I became a father, one of my many reasons for not wanting to take that step was that I thought parenthood meant life would be static. You had a kid and disappeared, sitting at home waiting for your child to grow up into someone interesting. By the time that happened, you’d be fossilized and [...]

Hoping for Hefner

Congratulations to David Wright, named Mets captain after a distinguished, classy nine years on the field and the usual tatty nine weeks or so of Mets mini-drama, replacing what should have been a couple of hours behind closed doors.

I was briefly amused by Wright’s decision not to wear a captain’s C, as if the Mets [...]

Just When I Thought I Was Out...

…well, you know the rest of the line.

On Wednesday night I walked down the stairs through the rotunda, but before proceeding out of the gates with their NYs, I looked briefly behind me. I had two reasons for doing so.

1) I wanted to see what oversized faux-Topps baseball card they’d created for Matt Harvey. It looked [...]

Five Things to Make You Feel Better

So this simultaneously struck a chord and was no fun at all. What might improve things?

1) Make a date to see Knuckleball! It’s a terrific movie — a smart, sweet baseball valentine, and a wonderful character study of our own R.A. Dickey, Tim Wakefield and their forerunners as knuckleballers — Phil Niekro, Charlie Hough, Wilbur [...]

Wishing the Future Would Hurry Up and Arrive

Matt Harvey wasn’t great, particularly when the Cardinals put up a quartet of singles against him for a three-run second inning. But he wasn’t bad either — the rest of his five innings were solid, he seemed to gather himself and make adjustments against a good team, and talking to reporters afterwards he was dissatisfied [...]

Fight the Future

In a season turned disappointing, Matt Harvey’s performances just get more encouraging.

Harvey throws a fastball in the high 90s and supplements it with a good curve and slider and a developing change-up, so this statement wouldn’t seem to be edging too far from the tree trunk. But none of Harvey’s pitches was working particularly well [...]

Meeting Matt

As it turned out, Matt Harvey didn’t need our prayers.

He was superb, fanning a Seaveresque 11 over 5 1/3 innings, surrendering no runs and even hitting for half of the cycle. Then — and this was perhaps even more surprising — the bullpen didn’t blow it. Fireplug reliever Josh Edgin, a fellow 2010 first-round pick, [...]

With a Whimper

If the Mets get shellacked 7-0 by the Cubs, does it make a sound?

I ask because looking around the series of tubes, I see a lot of first-half-of-the-season stuff, and not a lot of stuff about a normally patient club making like nine Jeff Francoeurs so they could get in their SUVs and be somewhere [...]