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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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That Time of the Month

Remember the other night when Charlie Manuel sent Brett Myers to the plate in the thirteenth with what appeared to be explicit instructions not to swing because with the bases loaded and nobody out all he could do to his team was harm? The intentional strikeout that followed looked bush but it paid off moments […]

Last Night's Ninth Inning, Summarized by Three Statements Heard During It

“Y'know, some 2-1 games are thrilling. Real nail-biters. This game isn't one of them. This one is just boring. This is the kind of game you hope somebody who's never seen baseball before doesn't get. Because why would they ever watch it again?”

“YES! WOO-HOO! CARLOS! DID YOU SEE THAT? I can't believe I ever thought […]

The Man Comes Around

Never mind the parenthetical nature of Mets offense, the way its tallies appear only at the beginning and end of games (wrapping between them a row of 0's). Never mind that our chain gang of a bullpen would do more service to the community by donning orange jumpsuits, grabbing sharp sticks and picking up litter […]

Remembering the Forgettable

Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales From The Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 387 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.

5/1/79 Tu San Diego 0-1 Twitchell 1 3-5 L […]

Putting Cubbies First

Red state? Blue state? Forget that stuff.

It's Cubs Nation!

As long as they keep on beating the Phillies, they're my favorite team that isn't my favorite team.

One game up, 28 games to go…Yes We Can!

FRIDAY AFTERNOON UPDATE: Cubs come from behind for a second day in a row and beat the Phillies 3-2, extending the Mets' […]

I Still Believe in a Place Called First

Yes We Can!

Win the National League East, I mean.

Yes We Can! was the rallying cry of the long-dormant Phillies in 1974, popularized by second baseman Dave Cash. Cash apparently co-opted it from Chavez (Cesar, not Endy). I always assumed he co-opted it from the Pointer Sisters, whose “Yes We Can Can” reached No. 11 on […]

Daniel in the Lions' Den

I haven't broken it to Joshua yet (or Emily), but an hour or so ago I decided the boy is being renamed. From now on he's Daniel Fry. Daniel Murphy Fry. Actually, he's Daniel Murphy Johan Brian Carlos David Luis Fry, but Daniel will cover it.

Murphy — the otherwise inevitable “Murph” doesn't seem to fit […]

Ace Santana, Met Corrective

Tuesday night's was the kind of game that's worthy of intricate dissection. But if you attempted to dissect it, you'd just take the scalpel to your eyes in an effort to forget what you just saw.

You wouldn't forget a thing, however. You wouldn't forget how a 7-0 lead became an 8-7 loss across thirteen of […]

The Sushi Shack

I suppose if I grabbed enough of these and rounded up enough paste I could reconstruct a couple of original 1964-style wooden Shea Stadium seats with their contents. What is being charged for the plastic variety could sure buy a lot of salmon rolls.

This is a wrapper from a pair of chopsticks from the much praised […]

Taking a Seat (or Two)

Emily and I knew our beach vacation would have to share mental space with the Mets, the Phillies and assorted opponents of the day. But yesterday I found myself pursuing another order of business — one I never thought would move me to action. I found myself on, ordering a pair of Shea Stadium […]