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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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Second's The New Third

It went unremarked upon as far as I could tell that when David Wright had to sit out a game in Florida, Jose Valentin filled in at third and became the Mets' 132nd third baseman. With The David firmly ensconced there, it seems likely (barring everything) that the hot corner will be warm and snuggly […]

Days of Future Passed

If you're looking for highs in the course of a season, you start with wins. But next to those, I can't think of anything more uplifting than the big-time position prospect who makes an unexpected middle-of-the-schedule debut. It's little wonder that we all got fairly excited when Lastings Milledge became the 789th Met Wednesday. He […]

Gone to the Dogs

So Lastings Milledge made his Mets debut tonight, accompanied by an enormous wooden cross, enough hype to launch several score circuses and approximately 50,000 mentions of Barry Zito and/or Dontrelle Willis. Collected his first big-league hit, too — a well-struck double off Miguel Batista to lead off the seventh.

Now that we've taken care of […]

We May Live in Interesting Times (Nady Out, Milledge Up)

Nady out an indefinite period for an emergency appendectomy. Coming up from Norfolk, according to WFAN, is Lastings Milledge.

Yes, that Lastings Milledge. The guy we haven't traded so this moment could materialize. Not like this (recover quickly Hawk, we need ya), but here he comes. First Xavier, now the Savior. Except we don't need saving, […]

Welcome to the Machine

The holiday weekend was also my 15th college reunion, so tonight was my first chance in a couple of days to really focus on orange-and-blue dramas. Sure, I did my share of one-earing it over the weekend, which isn't coincidental: As a high-school senior I wound up picking between New Haven and Boston, and opted […]

Hope: What A Beautiful Choice

Beyond the noble significance in its title, Memorial Day is also considered the beginning of summer. I never quite got that as a kid when I was in school because school went on for another three or four weeks, depending on how the calendar turned. After high school, calling it the beginning of summer no […]

The Spin Doctors

So just to set up for the week ahead, we've got Trachsel Monday night against the Diamondbacks (last year, no game on Memorial Day, this year a night game; we're getting there), Soler on Tuesday followed by Pedro on normal rest. After an off day, it will be Glavine Friday, Hernandez Saturday and back to […]

Let's Go Pets

This is not an endorsement of Your Name Here Stadium, but I found it comforting to discover the Mets would be playing at the Marlins this weekend. This is where they were last year at this time, and last year at this time was a weekend I won’t forget.

One year ago today, Stephanie and I […]

Soiled, Mastered

When the Marlins finally decamp for San Antonio or Las Vegas or Portland or Oz or whereever it is that they're going, I want a guarantee: No one will ever again play, practice, discuss, reference, allude to or think about baseball at Soilmaster Stadium ever again.

I could go over to Retrosheet and crunch some […]

How Will I Know?

Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.

Twenty years, 43 Fridays. This is one of them.

I haven’t checked with anybody who emerged from the womb in the thirty seconds on either side of me, so I can’t confirm if I was the […]