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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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Not Everybody Was A Star

Congratulations to proven Amazin’ research maven Mathias Kook and talented Metsian writer William Akers for understanding the 1986 World Series was a Fall Classic Sly Stone probably adored, for almost Everybody [Was] A Star. As noted here, 26 of the 43 players who played in the last truly great World Series — parochially speaking — […]

Mets Whiplash -- Catch It!

Perhaps you’ve heard: Baseball is an unfair game.

I learned that as a kid, having read it somewhere in the collected works of noted philosopher Roderick Edwin Kanehl, known once upon the Polo Grounds as Hot Rod. Baseball, Prof. Kanehl explained, “is a lot like life. The line drives are caught, the squibbles go for base […]

Quiz: Beyond the 1986 Stars

***WE HAVE OUR WINNERS. THANKS FOR PLAYING.***

The 1986 World Series was quite literally a star-studded affair. Now all of it can be yours — even the parts not so stellarly studded. For as you’re about to find out, sometimes you have to search beyond the stars in order to grab what glitters most.

MLB […]

First, We Take Miami

If you want to swim with the sharks, you’ve got to learn to outlast the Marlins. Or something like that. And son of a Rich Renteria, Monday night we sure as Orestes Destrade did.

On the twentieth anniversary plus one day of the evening Anthony Young didn’t just not lose to but actually won against then-expansion […]

Parallel Universes

Yeah, OK. I don’t want to do this and you don’t want me to do this either, because today’s game was unpleasant and relentless. The only saving grace was Gary and Ron, long after any sensible person had fled for other channels, showing off their knowledge of former presidents: Ronnie went for William Taft’s post-White […]

Pennant Race Muscle Memory

Saturday was just mild disgust, the kind that’s been de rigueur in Metsopotamia since 2009. You know how it goes: our starting pitcher is taken early and often into distant seating sections, our lineup falls easy prey to his opposite number and it rains before it can end. The Mets indeed played one of their […]

Murphy's Met Law

Some Met — I can’t remember whom and it’s resisting my Googling skills, so let’s just say it was Ron Swoboda — once noted that fans have it tougher than the players, because the players can do something, while the fans have to sit there and watch. Is it so? I’ve seen the photo of […]

Between-Games Blackboard Assignment

I will not read too much into this afternoon’s Mets’ 11-0 thrashing of the Nationals.
I will not read too much into Jenrry Mejia’s stunning seven shutout innings.
I will not read too much into Juan Lagares’s Cesar Cedeño impression.
I will not read too much into Daniel Murphy demonstrating enough clout in Washington to end sequestration.
I will […]

Base Camp

It was Camp Day at Citi Field Thursday, where I don’t know how many thousands of kids were getting their first live exposure to Mets baseball the way I did 40 years ago this month on my Camp Day. Given that these outings cast a dragnet over the lot of a camp’s participants and not […]

Rooting For A Brave

Strange how one minute Wednesday night’s game was all about Tim Hudson and the next minute Wednesday night’s game was all about Tim Hudson, yet in a totally different realm come that critical second minute. First Hudson’s impenetrable to every orange-jerseyed Mets batter. Then he’s vulnerable to one Mets runner, and the next thing you […]