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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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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 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 […]

Sunny Day

Every year I swear I’m done with seeing Opening Day live — it’s generally miserable weather and I’m so wired that the wisest thing is for me to work out my neuroses sitting at the computer and on the couch. But every year I hear the siren call: The Mets are back, doing their jobs […]

Here We Come to Save the Day

That sound you hear is untold millions of mild-mannered citizens rushing into proverbial phone booths (good luck finding a phone booth) and emerging cloaked in their true identities as…


Slower than the 7 local…

More gullible than a herd of puppies…

Able to to be sated by the coming of Opening Day…

Yes, we’re putting on our blue […]

Getting Reacquainted

The weather-insurance off-day always makes for a cruel start to the season — being confronted with a Metless Game 2 is a little like being a starving dog who’s snoffed down half a can of Alpo only to find himself dragged away from his dish and told to wait for 30 hours. What? You’re kidding […]

Cheering Frankie, Burying Braden & Tailing the Krane

The Mets enjoyed a statistically familiar Opening Day. Yet I enjoyed a very unusual one. They opened at Great American Ball Park. Yet I watched them at Citi Field. They were led by Johan Santana, Daniel Murphy and Frankie Rodriguez. Yet I was awed by Mookie Wilson, Ed Kranepool and Ed Charles…and Cow-Bell Man. Can’t […]

This Time, 162

A quick reminder to our boys wrapped in orange and blue layers for when they begin their season in Arctic conditions today or tomorrow or whenever there isn’t a projected 29-degree wind chill with 60% chance of snow showers in Cincinnati:

Play every game. There are 162 on your slate. Play all of them. Play all […]

Once Again the Routine Miracles

It’s been an odd six weeks for this Met fan — derailed by tons of work, disenchanted with Port St. Lucie’s injuries and age, and disinclined to a level I hadn’t expected to forgive those caught up in the Mets’ September disaster. Relations between me and my favorite team had become somewhat chilly, and I […]