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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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Kooz For Cooperstown

We should have been able to set our watches or at least our calendars by Dwight Gooden's retirement. The first post-BCS Tuesday in the first January that followed his first five years of not pitching was supposed to be a day of celebration and validation in Metsopotamia. No matter what historical Hall of Fame judgment […]

Songs of Shea

Walked home over the Brooklyn Bridge tonight, marveling that it was 58 degrees out, and had the inevitable thought.

Y'know, I've sat through three-hour games in far worse weather than this. Why the heck isn't there a game on? Slackers.

When there is (not too long from now), how about some musical changes at the old ball […]

Blue Sans Orange

This afternoon will mark the 21st time in my sentient life that I will be delightfully surprised by a particular televised event. It will be the 21st time since I started paying attention to their intermittently competent antics that the New York Football Giants will be playing a playoff game.

When I was growing up, I […]

And My Soul is Searchin' for the Sky

It was a week or two before Opening Day 1992. My car was still new as was my fascination with having my very own built-in cassette deck. I had just bought Rhino’s Soul Hits of the ’70s: Didn’t It Blow Your Mind Vol. 6. Playing Side B, driving home from work after midnight, I came […]

Flashback Friday: 1986 (All Year Long)

With all due respect to 1971, 1976, 1981, 1991, 1996 and 2001, there’s only one Met milestone anniversary worth wallowing in via the now legendary Flashback Friday treatment (see the “A Year To Remember” listing along the sidebar) in 2006. And I think you know which year I’m talking about.

Welcome to 1986 + 20. Welcome […]

Mets Give Jae Hook

Dennis Cunningham, the longtime Channel 2 movie critic, reviewed St. Elmo's Fire as such:

It stars seven of Hollywood's freshest young faces. And if you don't like those, we've got seven more for you.

This is pretty much how teams build bullpens. Certainly it's how ours does. Closers are generally etched in stone and everything else takes […]

Back From Hell

It's been a fun trip to Met Hell, especially because we can leave it anytime we want. But the Mets aren't about hell. They're about something higher.

Today is the second anniversary of a terrible loss and the beginning of a bad year for luminescent Met presences; two would wind up wind leaving us. I couldn't […]

The Final Circle of Met Hell

And here we are at last. The Ninth Circle of Met Hell.

In the Inferno, the Ninth Circle is a frozen lake, at whose center Dante and Virgil find Satan, trapped in the ice and chewing on Brutus, Cassius and the head of Judas Iscariot. The deepest part of Met Hell, however, does not look like […]

Disgraceland

We may be more than halfway home, but down in Met Hell we’ve still got a little ways to go. And two more permanent residents to confront.

In the non-baseball Inferno, the Eighth Circle of Hell was Malebolge, a domain of ditches separated by great folds of earth. The inhabitants of those ditches included hypocrites, thieves, […]

Halfway Home, We'll Be There By April

The final out of the 2005 season was made at approximately 3:56 PM, October 2.

The first pitch of the 2006 season is scheduled to be thrown at 1:10 PM, April 3.

Thus, the baseball equinox occurred at 2:33 AM, January 2.

At that exact moment, we were equidistant from Jose Offerman’s last swing and Pedro Martinez’s (toe […]