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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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Don’t Look in the Box Score

The Mets didn’t commit an error tonight in losing the rubber game of the series to Ronny Paulino, Burke Badenhop and company.

But don’t tell Jon Niese that.

Niese pitched pretty well, mixing his pitches and generally hitting his spots. (Said spots perhaps were a wee too near the heart of the plate in the late goings, […]

Age-Old and Unanswerable Questions

If you had to choose, would you rather be hobbled by horrible starting pitching or terrible relief?

Too much bad starting pitching and the air is consistently out of the fan balloon by the third or fourth inning, leaving you grousing about wasted evenings and wondering if there isn’t something else you should be doing, possibly […]

Sunny Day

Every year I swear I’m done with seeing Opening Day live — it’s generally miserable weather and I’m so wired that the wisest thing is for me to work out my neuroses sitting at the computer and on the couch. But every year I hear the siren call: The Mets are back, doing their jobs […]

Before Doom Comes Optimism

This falls under the heading of Things I’d Dearly Like to Be Proved Wrong About, but I suspect the dominant storyline of the 2010 Mets will be how long it takes even the most optimistic among us to concede that the team isn’t going anywhere.

Imagine I could erase all memory of 2009 baseball from your […]

Read a Book by a Yankee Fan

Let’s get this out of the way: Emma Span is a Yankee fan. This means that even though she seems like a very nice person (we’ve drunk beers together and spent an enjoyable subway ride talking baseball, sportswriting and book publishing), I wonder if I could really trust her in a foxhole, and fear that […]

A Plaque for El Sid

At the end of Absence of Malice, the great 1981 newspaper movie, the reporter played by Sally Field finds the tables have turned on her, and sits numbly while a colleague runs through everything that’s happened for the story she’s been told to write. Her account is a proper recitation of the facts, but one […]

My Swoboda

“People like to see human error when it’s honest. When people see you swing and miss, they start to root for you.”
— Paul Westerberg

I became a Mets fan in 1976, when the team had seemingly perfected an imperfect formula: combine superb pitching and defense with no offense and finish third. […]

Trying Times

Today I made up my mind: I was going to nip and tuck some assignments and duties and to-dos and do something I’ve done too little of this spring. Namely, I was going to watch my team play some baseball.

My team didn’t disappoint — a walk-off home run is always fun, even if it doesn’t […]

Small Sample Size

The 2010 Citi Field promotional date that has me most excited? It’s gotta be the retiring of 76 and 78.

Sure, we’ll be disappointed to learn that Ike Davis and Jenrry Mejia have bowed to the world-wide clamor and agreed to curtail their electrifying rookie seasons and report for immediate induction to Cooperstown, but we’ve known […]

The Momentary Terrors of Game One

If the 2010 Mets get off to a bad start on the field or once again demonstrate that they’re incompetent and/or tone-deaf about treating injuries, building ballclubs or relating to fans, we’re going to get typecast. We’ll be fans of the Big Team That Can’t, the grizzled, paranoid saps who trudge around accompanied by our […]