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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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Quest for Beltran

With his no-doubt, game-tying sixth-inning homer Sunday afternoon in Washington, Lucas Duda moved himself into serious contention for quite possibly, maybe, just maybe leading the 2011 Mets in home runs.

Duda is fourth on the team right now with nine. He’s one behind Jason Bay for third. Bay has ten, or two fewer than David Wright, […]

The First Day of Next Year

I’ve always kind of hated myself for liking Sept. 1.

When your team is in a pennant race, Sept. 1 feels like the car has shifted into top gear: You’re gunning for the finish line, and the only duties set to be assumed by rookies involve blowouts. If anything, you fear what may happen when your […]


I think that I won’t raise a peep,
And just enjoy my twinbill sweep.

A sweep half-won on R.A.’s wits;
Allowed one run on seven hits.

A sweep, thanks to Gee, in Game Two,
All Mets all clad in BP blue.

A sweep enhanced by healed Jose,
A welcome sight, sans Jason Bay.

Upon Evans, this squad depends;
Nick’s exile finally ends.

Posts are blogged […]

Jason Bay: Prophet Without Honor

The Mets have lost five in a row, ten of thirteen. Those are trends we haven’t seen since the atrociousness of April. There was no sign the Mets would snap out of it then, but they did. There’s no sign the Mets will snap out of it now, and, given that no return date is […]

Powerful Stuff

I’d forgotten how great home runs could be. Seriously. Saturday night was a perfect illustration of why they’re such superb creatures when they’re on your side. The Mets hit four home runs. Nothing showy — two guys hit one, one hit two; two came with nobody on, the other two with one on.

Four swings. Six […]

In a New York Minute or Ten

1) Bottom of the ninth, Mets losing, Wright leads off. Grounds to short. Takes a nice play from Ramirez, but he’s out pretty easily. With that, I’ve decided, “Let’s just get this over with. The trains are all screwy as it is thanks to the storm that unleashed hail the size of hockey pucks on […]

At Least He Leads the Team in Something

“I’m more frustrated than anybody.”
—Jason Bay, July 17, 2011

I swear this is getting to be like George Fostermania: not George Foster, but an incredible simulation.

Except left fielder Jason Bay seems to try real hard. And left fielder George Foster was — in the traditional definition of productive as we understood it via home runs and […]

No Complaints (Or Fewer, At Any Rate)

“But I don’t believe it, because come this Sunday you’re going to be doing what you always do. You’re going to be sitting right in this chair drinking beer, watching TV and swearing at Joe Namath.”
—Mike Stivic, to Archie Bunker, after Archie suddenly gets religion

FACT: Mike Pelfrey sucks, especially on the road.
UPDATED FACT: Mike Pelfrey […]

Things I Normally Dislike

Playing the Yankees is one of my least favorite parts of the season. The same goes for West Coast trips.

Yet over a stretch of 30 hours or so, both turned out pretty nicely.

I mostly missed the Mets’ marvelous, off-the-deck mauling of Mariano Rivera, as I was away with friends in Vermont in a place where […]

I Hum Allegiance to Jason Bay

Perhaps the cosmic forces could handle only so much suck for one Sunday. It was gloomy outside. It was gloomier on TV. The Mets were one out from being swept out of Citi Field by the last people you’d ever want to let near a broom. Jose Reyes was, for all we knew, playing phantom […]