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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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Fear the Beardless

Some games are taut testaments to the majesty of baseball when it’s played at the highest possible level by the best players in the world.

And other games are just fun.

Tonight’s opening tilt with the Giants certainly wasn’t a taut testament to anything, not with balls being misplayed and dopey stuff on the bases and grousing […]

Collins and Clockwork

Fate took Johan Santana away, and we wondered if the season would be lost. It hasn’t been.

Then Fate came for Ike Davis, and we feared the same. But the Mets kept plugging along.

Then David Wright heard the knock at the door. The Mets kept rolling.

Now Jose Reyes is detained by Bad Luck, we hope only […]

Things I Normally Dislike

Playing the Yankees is one of my least favorite parts of the season. The same goes for West Coast trips.

Yet over a stretch of 30 hours or so, both turned out pretty nicely.

I mostly missed the Mets’ marvelous, off-the-deck mauling of Mariano Rivera, as I was away with friends in Vermont in a place where […]

The Two Joes

We don’t much like to admit it, but during Joe Torre’s long, successful tenure as the Yankees’ manager, most of us developed a deep respect for him. He was calm amid the typical Yankee typhoons of drama, deflected nonsense from his players consistently and gracefully, and rarely let the media hype around a moment change […]

D'oh Big Pelf

Four of six on the road from a pair of division leaders in the big, bad American League? We’d all have taken it. Over .500 at the halfway point of the season? Back when we were 5-13 we would have taken that too.

Someone was going to get hung with an L after four inspiring Ws. […]

While I Was Semi-Away

I admit it, the only parts I heard were the boring parts.

I got a late start on the evening, grabbing my iPhone as I dashed out the door. I fumbled my way into MLB At Bat and noted, with a certain cheerful approval, that it was already 2-0 Mets. Walking to pick up Emily in […]

The Other Jose Reyes

Last week I went on a road trip, for a number of reasons: I wanted to get some junk out of our apartment, a problem I solved by selling CDs and sticking my parents with boxes of baseball cards; I wanted to see Gettysburg; I wanted to drive around for a couple of days; and […]

Like Tom Terrific Said

One of the formative stories for me as a Mets fan comes from 1969. As it’s told in George Vecsey’s marvelous Joy in Mudville, after the Mets reached 18-18 with a win over the Braves, reporters entered the clubhouse expecting “a wild champagne party,” but found the Mets drinking postgame beers and sodas as usual. […]

Bracing One's Self (Or Trying To)

Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It’s a settling of grievances between the present and the past.

That’s Don DeLillo, in the great novel White Noise — and a quote that was uncomfortably top of mind as I watched the Mets make outs and drop balls and get whacked around by the Texas Rangers’ […]

Pretty Good Date

On Friday night the Mets looked like a team that had been up all night, which they were. Balls got muffed, the Angels took full advantage, and .500 retreated from view once again. It was predictable, perhaps even understandable, but dispiriting nonetheless.

On Saturday night things were different.

Emily and I were there, sitting in awesome seats […]