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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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In Excelsis Reyo

At 9:25 tonight, with two outs in the top of the eighth, Ruben Tejada on first and the Mets hanging on to a rickety-looking 5-4 lead, Jose Reyes stepped to the plate against the Indians’ Chris Perez.

Reyes slashed Perez’s first pitch to right-center on a vicious arc, past the marvelously named Shin-Soo Choo. Normally I’m […]

Minor Mysteries of Cleveland, Ohio

The Roberto Alomar trade aside, is there anything about the Cleveland Indians to stir the blood of Mets fans? Has an Indians diehard ever gotten up in arms about what’s transpiring at Shea Stadium or Citi Field?

When Mets-Indians actually compares favorably to such epic tilts as Mariners-Cardinals, Blue Jays-Padres and … ZZZZZ, oh, I’m sorry, […]

Hotter Than Baltimore in June

Call it a laugher that didn’t seem that funny at the beginning.

Despite it being hot enough in Baltimore to turn steel into taffy, Mike Pelfrey couldn’t seem to get loose. Or something else was wrong with him for a worrisome percentage of the game: From the beginning we were faced with the old Pelf, looking […]

A Close-Up View of Not Much

Don’t worry folks, I’m just the amuse-bouche until Greg arrives with the main course.

Several times I’ve had the experience of bringing someone to the first baseball game they’ve ever seen, or at least paid any attention to. I find it nerve-wracking: You hope for a crackling game full of reversals and anxiety and perhaps a […]

Citi Field and Required HR Distance: A Scientific Inquiry by Three New York Mets

Between all-purpose busyness and an awesome, awesomely exhausting wedding in Braves country, I’d missed my Mets, whose recent admirable gaffing of Marlins had been relegated to condensed games peered at blearily on At Bat. So it was a relief to find myself pottering around my own kitchen with the Mets on at a normal time […]

Well Hello, Mike Pelfrey

At the risk of antagonizing tedious radio hosts, I’m proud of Mike Pelfrey too.

Perhaps that’s OK with Mike Francesa, since I’m 15 years older than Big Pelf. (Not that I give a shit.) I’m proud of Pelf for the same reasons I suspect Matt Cerrone was: Pelf has spent his entire professional career as a […]

Hooray for R.A.

I’ll admit it: I’ve always thought of the knuckleball as more or less a stunt best reserved for baseball’s cabinet of curiosities. Which perhaps isn’t a surprise given that R.A. Dickey is already a credible candidate for the title of Most Successful Mets Knuckleballer ever. The only Met knuckleballer I can remember seeing is the […]

Even Blue and Orange Geese Stop Laying

Ryota Igarashi is a hell of a nice guy: It was his birthday, but he gave Corey Hart a gift — a splitter that hung in the middle of the plate, and which the equally generous Hart promptly regifted, delivering it to the Brewer relievers in the distant bullpen as a game-winner.

Ah well, 35 goose […]

Who Cares What Mike Francesa Thinks?

Apparently our favorite sports-radio hyena ripped Matthew Cerrone today for something he wrote about Mike Pelfrey. Francesa lobbed some personal attacks Cerrone’s way and then asked, “Who reads blogs anyway?”

What amuses me more than Francesa’s after-the-asteroid roaring is that is I found out about it on Metsblog. Which might surprise him, but not me. It’s […]

Don't Think, It Can Only Hurt the Ballclub

So perhaps I’ve been unfair, and the Mets had a Plan B for their starting pitching all along: “If, somehow, John Maine’s chronic injuries don’t disappear and Oliver Perez doesn’t stop pitching like Oliver Perez, we’ll just substitute a knuckleballer who’s a dead ringer for the Cowardly Lion and a 35-year-old who had a good […]