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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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Billy The Met's Ken Rosenthal is reporting the Mets have signed Billy Wagner, four years, $43 mil. Includes an option for a fifth year.

The hardest throwing, most effective, longest running left-handed closer most of us have ever seen is a New York Met. He will be handed ninth-inning leads in 2006 and beyond.

I've gotten worse news on […]

Me & My Group Digest Delgado

Until I was 8, I was allergic to poultry, so turkey was a non-starter for my first several Thanksgivings. When I was in kindergarten, I specifically recall we had meatballs, a dish my mother made quite successfully. The Monday after, Mrs. Grapek went around the room and asked each of what we had for Thanksgiving.

Kid […]

Giving Thanks

Hope everybody is getting ready to settle down to plates of turkey, ham, turkey substitute, or whatever you and yours have on tap. (Save some of the orange-and-blue cranberry sauce for us.) On this day of heads bowed, football watched, drunken uncles ignored, mischief at the kids' table and other forms of familial togetherness, I'd […]

Delgado Travel Day of the Year

Hope you weren't too terribly attached to Mike Jacobs or the concept of Yusmeiro Petit. They've both been traded to Florida for Carlos Delgado and $7 million, pending physicals and commissioner approval.

We're getting Carlos Delgado.

We're getting Carlos Delgado!

We're getting Carlos Delgado?

The Marlins have $7 million?

I didn't really think this was going to happen. I'm happy, […]

It's Getting Hot in Herre

Now we’re cooking with evil gas.

The first three (or 2.2) circles of hell were a little lukey to my touch but now you’ve got us some distasteful, disgraceful souls truly worthy of our sincere and everlasting condemnation. There are no Greatest Mets here, not by a long run, not by a short run, not by […]

The Fourth Circle: Just Go Away

On to the fourth circle of Met Hell, reserved for minor Mets who committed major sins. If there's a bias toward recent Mets here, it's because minor Mets with major sins tend to get forgotten after a few years. Thank goodness.

Mickey Lolich: Rusty Staub was coming off a 105-RBI season in 1975, but M. Donald […]

O Heavenly Angell

Just a bit of hell to get us through a Sunday, eh? In this case, two is enough.

FOSTER: His take on why he wasn’t playing in ’86 was, as Rey Ordoñez might put it, stupid, but if he hadn’t said a word on race and maintained his spot on the roster into the World Series, […]

The Second Second Circle of Met Hell: Bad Exits

Properly, we're at the third circle of Met Hell. But the more I think about it, this should really be the second. It's reserved for those whose Met tenure was damaged above all else by poor exits, which now doesn't seem quite as bad as having a perniciously lousy reputation. (Sorry. But hey — you […]

I Don't Give A Damn 'Bout Their Bad Reputations

Re: To Met Hell with them, Part Two. You're still not bringing me down.

EVERETT: That grand slam you mentioned? It's at the core of my No. 19 Greatest Baseball Experience ever. Can't vouch for his child-rearing skills, but man, that two-out grand slam which knotted the game at 6 in the bottom of the ninth […]

Drop The Energy


Only a shock in that it happened in November and yielded a single X-Man, the Mike Cameron Era's end coincides with that of the Braden Looper Epoch and, unless somebody plum forgets to detach themselves from him, the Kaz Matsui Millennium.

And, just like that, there goes the 2004 rebuilding project, crumbled to bits not two […]