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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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It's Electric

We begin, as we apparently sometimes do, in June 2014 in Miami.

Zack Wheeler‘s best career start remains the one he turned in against these same Marlins that June 19. (Though we really are talking laundry: Justin Bour is the lone holdover from that squad.) In that game Wheeler faced the minimum 24 batters over the […]

A Hurler's Plan B

Somehow Matt Harvey‘s in his seventh season as a New York Met.

Which means he’s seen some shit.

Some of the troubles that have attached themselves to Harvey like so many barnacles have been typical New York bullshit, ginned up by the profoundly cynical sports-talk industry for which our town is ground zero. But some of them […]

Here They Come Again

You know it, I know it, we all know it. Pitchers have reported to 525 NW Peacock Blvd. in beautiful Port St. Lucie, Fla. People equipped to catch them are there to meet them. Also in attendance: hopes, dreams, a sense of renewal and blessed repetition.

Every February I grow weary of Spring Training. It used […]

The Never-Boring Life of Matt Harvey

For a guy who’s just turned 28, Matt Harvey‘s had quite a life.

He arrived with klieg lights, billed as a phenom and a savior and welcoming both labels. The right arm reminded you of a hallowed Metsian name indeed — and so did the mean streak. Then he was shot from the sky by the failure of the tiniest band […]