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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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Blue Skies Smiling at Met

Sports Illustrated just picked us to win the World Series, yet failed to place David Wright prominently on its cover. Perhaps we should be grateful that the mythic jinx has been averted, though SI granted Diamond Dave an upper right corner snipe (CC Sabathia took up most of the rest of the space…which is a true-to-life […]

The Man Comes Around

Not that a formal invitation is required, but this Thursday night, April 2, Greg will read from Faith and Fear in Flushing: An Intense Personal History of the New York Mets, at the Happy Ending Lounge, home of Varsity Letters. Here's hoping you'll come out and listen and cheer and maybe buy a copy. (Already […]

Two Great Things That Go Great TogetherCiti Field offered Jason and family a bit of bad and a lot of good, as discussed in these first impressions, but on the good side of the ledger it was hard to top this double helping of Awesome.

Citi Field offered Jason and family a bit of bad and a lot of good, as discussed in these first impressions, but on the good side of the ledger it was hard to top this double helping of Awesome.

First Look: Citi Field

(Let's try an experiment — follow along with this travelogue at this album on Facebook. If it doesn't work, holler in the comments and I'll put it on Flickr or something.)

The first thing that I saw at Citi Field and the first thing that happened to me at Citi Field had something in common: They […]

Northbound & Up

I like this week, the week when Spring Training winds down. It's not next week, the week when the season begins and we forget this week, but I always enjoy the Baseball Eve feeling that breezes in right around now. It's the last ten minutes of eighth period before the bell rings, the Sunrise Highway […]

Wiffle Park at Chapman Yards

I loved this patio from the first time I saw it in 2007. It was built by the First Family of Mets Fandom, the Chapmans of Central Jersey, to accommodate Wiffle Ball, the sport of kings and Mets Guys everywhere. The hard infield made Baltimore chops a specialty. The outfield fence marked 69 feet from home plate. […]

We'll Talk Without Our Mouths Full

As someone who grew up subject to my father's AM audio leanings, I can't think of too many things that sound classier than a traditional radio talk show from an outstanding restaurant. No kidding. Puts me in mind of Barry Gray, of Bill Mazer and now of Mark Healey, host of Baseball Digest Live, broadcast […]

Yes and No

The phone rang at my desk on May 22, 1998. I didn’t recognize the voice.

“Hi,” someone said. “You’re gonna have Mike Piazza on the Mets, but he might or might not use some substances that aren’t exactly on the up and up to keep his performance at the extraordinary level it’s been since he’s been […]

Yay! The WBC is Ending!

Let the celebration commence: the last of the at-large Mets are coming home from their baseman’s holiday, a.k.a. the World Baseball Classic. They can get back to being the team they’re paid to be, the one we’ll care about in two weeks when whatever happened in the WBC is tucked away in memory’s recesses for […]

The Rookie

“So,” Jason asked me Friday. “Have you been in the wilds yet?” His way of asking had I been to a book store so I could view my merchandise in its natural selling habitat.

Not yet, I said, but I'm headed there.

Good timing had me abandoning my hermit-ish existence and meeting some former colleagues Friday night […]