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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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They're the Kids in America

This business wherein the Mets overcome years of being mostly bad and become mostly good is not a linear endeavor. Homestands of 8-2 are followed up with road trips of 5-5. Two out of three get taken from the Phillies only to have two of three (with one to go) given to the Giants. Exhilarating […]

Lagares in the Morning

Oh, hi. You’re still here. No, that’s great. I’m glad you stayed. I just wasn’t sure. I mean last night was so amazing…or should I say Amazin’…that it almost felt like a dream. I mean here we’ve been, hanging around the same team for what must be a couple of months now and yet it’s […]

Metamorphosis

In my last job I shared an office with Steve, an Englishman who was a passionate fan of Liverpool. Liverpool, Steve explained, was the football equivalent of the Mets — badly run, generally luckless and often an object of derision for other football fans. Steve loved them as much as I love the Mets, and […]

Morality Rehearsal

Well, anybody see that coming?

I just got back from three days in San Francisco (where I risked my college pals’ wrath during our annual get-together by riding shotgun on Johan’s no-hit bid, resulting in a curious ambivalence when Placido Polanco RUINED EVERYTHING) and tomorrow morning I’m heading out for six days in Orlando and Providence, […]

I Can Hear the Music Playin', I Can See the Banners Fly

Growing up
You don’t see the writing on the wall
Passing by
Moving straight ahead, you knew it all

I heard the theme from the terrible movie St. Elmo’s Fire a little while ago. I make it sound as if it was an accident, but it’s on a playlist of what I call, with characteristic understatement, The Top 500 […]