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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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Us, We're Trying Just to Get to Second Base

Chico Walker, Charlie Neal, Tom Veryzer, Rod Kanehl
Jerry Buchek, Shawn Gilbert, Elio Chacon

Kelvin Chapman, Billy Cowan, Bobby Klaus, Billy Almon
Keith Miller, Chuck Hiller, Jose Moreno

During the 1996 presidential election campaign, Richard Ben Cramer, who had written about Bob Dole with incredible depth and sensitivity, was asked to characterize the Republican nominee’s policy agenda if […]

I Think I Saw This On 'Bewitched'

INT. LIVING ROOM — AFTERNOON

AS ENDORA WATCHES TELEVISION FROM AN EASY CHAIR, OBLIVIOUS TO HER SON-IN-LAW’S PAINED EXPRESSION, DARRIN PUTS DOWN THE SPORTS SECTION OF HIS NEWSPAPER ON THE COUCH WHERE HE SITS. HE SIGHS AND COMPLAINS TO SAMANTHA (SITTING NEXT TO HIM), “That darn Willie Harris did it to us again last night. If […]

Aw Gee

Maybe you thought this was the night.

And why not? The baseball gods enjoy a good laugh as much as any other cosmic entities, so why wouldn’t Dillon Gee — he of the Triple-A ERA near 5.00 and the penchant for gopher balls — do what Tom Seaver and Nolan Ryan and Jerry Koosman and Jon […]

Quick In-Game Thought

Any way we can get Nyjer Morgan to turn his wrath on Willie Harris?

Joshua Gets Reacquainted With an Old Friend

On Saturday Emily and I were watching the game upstairs with my visiting parents, while Joshua was downstairs looking at the TV in our bedroom. (I don’t remember why this came about — he wasn’t being punished or anything. Unless you count watching the Mets as punishment, which right now I’d have trouble disputing.)

So Rod […]

Mets Fans Not Getting It Done

You can’t take the numbers you see after five games terribly seriously. Do we really think Jeff Francoeur will hold to an on-base percentage of .500? That Ollie Perez will be hitting .500 all year? That Jose Reyes will be fielding .875 when all is said and done?

On the other hand, it would be hard, […]

Change in the Weather

This here’s a jungle, ain’t no lie,
Look at the people, terror in their eyes.
Bad business comin’, can’t be denied,
They’re running with the dogs, afraid to die.

Beat the drum and hold the phone. The sun came out today. But the Mets refused to see their shadow.

Six more weeks of sucking? We’ll see.

The weather was better than […]

Boys' Day Out

Emily saw the note a couple of weeks ago: Sesame Street characters at Shea, a 12:10 start, finale of a three-game set against the Braves. Noting that I had more vacation days than I likely would be able to use, she suggested what should have been obvious to me: Take Joshua.

Well, of course. A father-son […]

Forget Harris

Turnabout is foul play.

Bleah, bleah, bleah…ptui! I spit out this horrible ending to what could have been a beautiful game.

Willie Harris pulling an Endy out of his grabhole — leaving ample room for the shoving up of any bats we haven’t already wished plunged high, far and deep up Chipper/Teixeira way — and robbing Carlos […]