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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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Thrown for a Looper

I won't claim that this is an original sentiment in Met Land tonight, but here it is anyway: Should we ever again hold a lead in the 9th inning, I want to see Roberto Hernandez coming out of the bullpen.

I don't care what it does to the 8th inning. I don't care if it […]

Loathes, Labors, Lost

What can you say? It was the Braves against a .500 team.

Trachsel was horrible early — how Andruw Jones didn't hit one of the several awful pitches he saw in the first inning to the moon is beyond me — then settled down and pitched quite well. Met For a Minute John Thomson was […]

Chuck McElroy, Please Don't Pick Up the Courtesy Phone

That's whom I was thinking about when Shingo after came in and gave the Marlins a bingo. (By jingo!) Him and Billy Taylor. Dial-up being dial-up, I'm not going to investigate, but I'm sure Taylor and McElroy might have made decent first impressions before being packed off after a single partial season.

Yes, a nice […]

Everything Is the Same Down Here

They have the WB. You can view the varieties of Soilmaster. I've got Internet access of a sort. I can writhe around on a couch going insane while we suck.

Tell me something good. Shingo Takatsu entering the rosters of The Holy Books in singularly wretched fashion doesn't count.

A New Orleans Tale

Before we skedaddle for Jersey, I'll leave you with a tale of baseball and New Orleans.

There aren't a ton of them — Rusty Staub is from there, but beyond that it hasn't been so long that the town even had a minor-league team. But I do have one, from the two summers when I lived […]

Finding the Handle

Poor Glavine. Poor us. That was baseball like it oughta be — two teams playing hard for big stakes, and one mistake cost us. Well, two mistakes — one of organization and one of execution. I felt for TEM. Watching him fumbling for that ball snapped me back to Keith Hernandez crawling in the mud […]

Well, Damn

No reason to freak out. We go into September 1.5 games out with a chance to make it .5 before the day's done. Back in spring training, if you'd given me a choice between that scenario and whatever was behind Door #2, I'd have taken 1.5 games out and never wondered about what else we […]

Hangin' With 'Em

Hang with 'em.

I kept saying that.

I said it in the 1st, when David Wright came up as the tying run and got under a Robinson Tejeda pitch. Hang with 'em, David.

I said it in the 5th, when Cliff Floyd came up as the tying run and hammered a first-pitch Tejeda fastball to center. […]

Scoreboard Watching

What do you do when your offense has vanished again and you wind up dropping two of three to the Giants? You look for help from your friends, of course.

So let's call the roll.

God bless you, you St. Louis Cardinals. You're fine players and good people.

The Chicago Cubs are just terrific. Man, put a Zambrano […]

The Almost-Almost-Met

Jose, we love you. Rest assured of that. Now, please keep working on working counts. Um, especially when the pitcher's walked three guys in the inning and the opposing manager doesn't have a reliever warm. Please, Jose?

But OK, yesterday's gone. In the New York Post, Kevin Kernan has a nice piece about Tim Hamulack, the […]