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Greg Prince and Jason Fry
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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If the Mets Fall in the Desert...

Most of the Mets game I watched Saturday night was pretty good. Jacob deGrom was outstanding, looking more like Jake from 2018 than he has since he was making beautiful music in Miami in early April. Todd Frazier continued to bring the power despite being written off in multiple quarters as an irredeemable […]

The Dwindling

Off-day? What off-day? Today brings Jacob deGrom vs. the Yankees, a rematch caused by rain. Which as I type this is blanketing New York again, with more to come. There’s an easy line about the elements being too tough an enemy for even the mighty Sir Jake, except that the mighty Sir Jake routinely is […]

Dreamy deGrom, Nightmarish Harvey

Your East Coast Based Late Night West Coast Correspondent is an unreliable narrator regarding the bulk of Friday night’s Mets-Padres affair, at least from approximately the top of the second to sometime in the bottom of the sixth, for YECBLNWCC indulged in a 75% nap. I had […]

Worse Every Time

Sometimes, to steal a line from my other dorky pursuit, you have a bad feeling about this.

I wasn’t particularly confident in the outcome of Saturday’s Mets-Brewers tilt before it started: in addition to the relentless winnowing of key pieces, the once-vaunted starting pitching has suddenly turned not just ordinary but considerably less than that.

But that bad […]

Zzzz-Rod

The Mountain Time Zone and the mountainous rain delay combined to knock me out before the final pitch last night. Hung in there through Mets Yearbook: 1966 and Mets Yearbook: 1967 (which SNY cut away from just as Whitey Herzog was about to announce his intention to draft…what a cliffhanger!) and reveled, as Gary Cohen […]