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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 Twinkle In Our Eyes

The 2013 All-Star Game is barely over and I’ve already forgotten all but its most salient details:

• Tom Seaver threw out the first pitch, looking as robust as ever.

• Matt Harvey went two scoreless, settling down after two shaky batters, no thanks to his catcher Yadier Molina who’s supposed to be so valuable at that […]

The Stars Are Ours This Week

Perhaps I need to be more cynical, but I’m genuinely excited that All-Star Week is upon us and around us. Is it called All-Star Week? I can’t believe it’s not. I assume it’s trademarked and MLB is cashing in on it.

MLB will be cashing in off me in two scoops when I visit FanFest twice. […]

Helping Our Own Cause

They walked on Ninth Avenue, with Harvey and the two friends in front, his sister and her husband behind them. When they arrived at the restaurant, his sister was laughing about what had just happened on the street. “Do you know how many people just did the second take on you?” she said to her […]

Hot Stuff on a Cold Night

In discussing my kid and his flickering hopes for the future, I left out one other new Met he’s excited about. It’s the same Met you went into last night excited about. Which means this morning we’re all giddy with a chance of liftoff.

And rightly so.

Matt Harvey was … well, words fail even this word-obsessed […]

The R.A.refied Air of an 18th Win

Now he’s at 18. Now this is getting to be a whole other kind of fun.

Oh, it was good, clean, dry fun — no rain, please; it disturbs everything for which he stands — from early on this season. And it was a veritable overflowing fountain cup of fun in the middle of the year […]

Harvey Here; Hairston Here; Hope Here?

If a pitcher can be deemed “major league” after two starts, Matt Harvey would seem to be it. His lifetime mark has dropped to 1-1, which isn’t an accurate reflection of how well he pitched against the Giants Tuesday night and — whatever we think of the usefulness of pitchers’ won-lost records — probably doesn’t […]

Filling Out the All-Time Mets Roster

Bravo, pretty much without exception and with only limited debate, for the 50th Anniversary Mets’ All-Time Team as revealed Sunday night at the 92nd Street Y and broadcast Thursday night on SNY. The committee empowered to choose the all-timers — Howie Rose, Gary Cohen, Marty Noble, John Harper, Mike Vaccaro and Mike Lupica — gave […]

That Old Time Religion

“Is this heaven?”
“It’s Iowa.”
“I could have sworn this was heaven.”
—The Kinsellas, father and son, Field of Dreams

The Saturday game was a matinee. Planes could be heard rumbling overhead on TV. Rusty Staub was in evidence. High and deep fly balls hit by the home team left the home park for home runs. So-called scrubs excelled. […]

There Go the 8,002 No-Hitters

That darn Giancarlo Stanton really did it to us Sunday. What a bastard.

The walkoff grand slam that added a fashionable dent to the fishy Home Run Sculpture? No, not that (though that sucked, too). I’m talking about Stanton’s first hit, the single to center that opened the bottom of the second, which was the Marlins’ […]

Keep the Customer Satisfied

Johan Santana knows from customer service. We ask the ace to pitch like an ace, his year away from acedom notwithstanding, and on Saturday he delivered like, well, an ace. Not Johan of the Twins nor Johan of the Trade (let alone Johan of His Finest Hour and several sublime Met moments before and after) […]