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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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The Cost of Hope

One of the benefits of sticking around to the final out when many have flocked despairingly to the exits in the face of howling winds and widening deficits is seeing things you wouldn’t believe if you didn’t experience them for yourself. Minutes after Jason bolted the imminent initial Met demise of 2014, he was joined […]

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 […]

Three Days of the Cowgill

We may lose and we may win
But we will never be here again
So open up, I’m climbin’ in
—Glenn Frey, The Eagles

And I said to myself, this is the business we’ve chosen.
—Hyman Roth, The Godfather

If you told me I was going to three games in a four-day span in the middle of the season, I’d say, […]

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 […]

Time Jump

“And possibly…everybody’ll say, ‘Well, OK, let’s project the positive side of life again,’ you know? The world’s been goin’ on a long time, right? It’s probably gonna go on a long time.”
—John Lennon

Two long-running dramatic television series I watched from beginning to end over the past decade (Six Feet Under and Big Love) concluded with […]

Where Everybody Knows You're Shea

“This is the train to Woodside and Penn Station,” the Long Island Rail Road conductor informed us as the westbound 11:04 pulled out of Jamaica on Opening Day. “Change at Woodside for Shea.”

Best advice I’d heard since my iPod’s 1986 playlist was telling me twenty minutes earlier to get Metsmerized, get Metsmerized.

Hello dark plaque, […]

Through Opening-Day-Colored Glasses

Somewhere around the poorly named 46th St-Bliss I got a little carried away:

On Opening Day even the 7 local seems awesome.

That wasn’t true. The 7 local is never awesome, particularly not when the MTA has decided that Opening Day at Citi Field is a fine time to do track work. But I swear it felt […]

As Baseball Whispers in Our Ear

Let's Go Mets indeed.

Technically, you don’t gotta believe if you can’t find a reason to believe. In September 1973, ground zero for unbridled faith in the face of daunting odds, it didn’t require blind faith to believe. The Mets were close enough to dream and hot enough to make up gobs of ground in […]

The Sun Came Up Today

Neither the world nor the season ended just because the Mets forgot that they never lose on Opening Day/Night. Still, the whole John Fogerty “beat the drum, hold the phone, the sun came out today” sensation usually associated with the first game of the year grew rather hollow once I realized what I was waiting […]

What a Waste of 74 Degrees

Weather.com says the high in Zip Code 11368 today was 74 degrees. What a waste of temperature.

I get why there’s a blank spot on the schedule between the first home game and the second home game, but nevertheless, Safety Day is a terrible way to follow up Opening Day, particularly an Opening Day as sweetly […]