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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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The Silver Lining, After All

So yesterday afternoon I tried to sum up my feelings about Jose Reyes leaving the sad, broken Mets for the temporarily nouveau riche Marlins. I wasn’t happy when I started writing that post, and I wasn’t any happier when I finished. I gave it a final read, posted it and promoted it.

But let me tell […]

The Remains

Back in May I wondered what it would feel like when the number of Jose Reyes Mets highlights remaining were reduced to zero. Now we know.

It sucks.

Jose Reyes is no longer a Met. That’s awful enough right there, but of course it’s worse.

Jose Reyes is a Miami Marlin. Eighteen times a year, starting in late […]

A Beantown Valentine

Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It´s a settling of grievances between the present and the past.
— Don DeLillo, White Noise

In all likelihood this will be the offseason in which we face the grim reality that our broke, troubled, outclassed team has become the Baltimore Orioles of the National League. We […]

This Glass Is 95% Full

OK, let’s get the whining out of the way first: I want to unreservedly love the new pinstripes, but they annoy me a little.

The Mets were born in the Jet Age. Fatherly Eisenhower had given way to hip, stylish JFK, soon to announce we were going to the Moon. The Mets set up shop in […]

Welcome, THB Class of 2011

For once the actual weather matched the spiritual forecast: A day after a thoroughly entertaining World Series that featured a Game 6 for the ages, the East Coast got walloped by a blast of snow, slush and mess. The mess is gone but it’s still cold, and on some essential level it will stay that […]

The Lesser Walls of Flushing

So one thing we knew was coming has arrived: Citi Field will shrink next year. The old walls will still be there, but in front of them will be new ones — lower and closer to home plate. They’ll more or less be in the places you read they’d be in, creating dimensions that are […]

Another Day of Life

Thanks to a fairly brutal stretch in the life of a freelance writer, I’d fallen asleep before the last out of every World Series game so far.

If I’m fated to only stay awake for one, at least I picked the right one.

If you like your baseball spine-tingling, heart-stopping and cliche-channeling, Game 6 was a game […]

An Open Letter to Braves and Red Sox Fans

Dear brethren in Atlanta and Boston,

We’ve been where you are. We know how you feel.

Braves fans, on Aug. 25 your team led the Giants by 9 1/2 and were given 99.2% odds of making the playoffs. Sox fans, on Sept. 3 you were up by nine games on the Rays, with playoff odds of 99.6%. […]

As the Curtain Closes

For a from-the-seats perspective on Closing Day, I’ll bow to my partner, who was actually there.

I saw it on SNY, and like a lot of you wound up with emotional whiplash: My euphoria at Jose Reyes’s hit was followed in uncomfortably short order by bafflement that his day was done practically before it began, which […]

Endings

What was fun: watching Jose Reyes hit, hit and hit again. Ryan Braun later followed Jose Jose Jose Jose’s three-hit performance with a pinch-hit double, but with two days to go Jose’s .334 is a whisker of an eyelash above Braun’s .334, or at least so says ESPN.

What was less fun: watching Jose Reyes go […]