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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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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 […]

Looking for a Window

Got a great e-mail last night from a woman who took her kids to the game yesterday, presumably on the sly. Said it was a great day to play hooky from work.

Meanwhile, I had to work, yet felt I was playing hooky from baseball.

The last Mets game I missed in its entirety was Victor Zambrano’s […]

Zen and the Art of First Place Maintenance

It was another great game, I suppose, but even noble vintages can become a surfeit after enough bottles have been sampled.
—Roger Angell on Game Seven of the 1986 World Series

We’re not exactly in Ho-Hum, Another Win territory, but after a weekend like last weekend and a Tuesday night/Wednesday morning like Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, Wednesday night’s […]

Good for Us? Good for Now

Well, the most important thing is who El Duque isn't: He isn't Jose Lima or Jeremi Gonzalez. That makes me happy. Yeah, I'd seen Julio's stuff and thought big thoughts, but teams with 2 1/2 starters can't be picky, and as we're currently constituted Julio was a reliever searching for a role. And before anyone […]

Better The Duque You Know

El Duque's a Met. Jorge Julio isn't. Trade between Mets and Diamondbacks nets us an ex-Yank icon. Injuries and pennant races make strange bedfellows.

Omar's on SNY explaining that Orlando Hernandez isn't 50 and isn't washed up. He's certainly experienced in big situations. So is Christy Mathewson, but Hernandez is still active. Looked good for the […]