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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 Clubhouse of Curses

Curtain opens on the interior of a rustic cabin. There are deer heads and trophy fish on the walls, large hoagies on TV trays, and a gaggle of men of all ages and races arranged around a big-screen TV, eating and drinking beer and laughing loudly.

There's a knock at the door. An older man in […]

If a Met Scores in the Forest…

I'll admit it: Didn't see a single pitch of Jae Seo's latest glorious outing. (Gerald Williams?! Really?!) We were claimed by the social ramble, which Satchel long ago warned ain't restful. And as I retype this multiple times with only one eye able to open (please excuse any and all typos), I assure you it […]

TBD

Apologies all around. I'm not going to make the end of this one.

I sincerely hope this link will magically become a happy recap, but what I did see would definitely count as an ughfest. An outside observer might think Victor Zambrano got jobbed by getting stuck with those runs pinned on his resume by Heilman, […]

Thirteen Minutes

The worst 13 minutes of the season — worrying if Mike Cameron could move under his own power, worrying not just about a suddenly little thing like the rest of his season, but about his career and his life. It's astonishing to realize that Cameron has a broken nose, multiple fractures of both cheekbones and […]

Math Is Hard

6,934 games, which includes eight ties, through July 26; 11 games since then for 6,945; 54 postseason games (in which we're 37-27) for 6,999.

All good, except for one thing: What's 37 + 27?

If you said “54,” you too can write follow-up posts explaining why people should have taken your warning seriously that everything you […]

History Lessons *

Six on the Coast, six back at home, then back out west for seven in Arizona and San Francisco. Buckle up!

I'm out of the business of making predictions about what this maddeningly crazy team will do next, beyond the rather obvious remark that these two trips should have a lot to say about which way […]

The Soundtrack of Our Lives

What you saw, I only heard.

Today was a day for what would normally be called errands and chores, except these were no ordinary errands and chores. These were errands and chores the way a pitching assignment is a pitching assignment when you're, say, brought in to pitch to Derrek Lee with the game on the […]

Ten to Remember, Eight to Go

What a difference a couple of days makes: Mike Piazza packed his bags for Denver and Houston with 390 home runs to his name, having passed some guy named Bench and drawing within sight of #400 — making his onrushing twilight cruise around the Shea harbor look like it might be one to remember very […]

I See Dead Relievers

Well, they weren't saying “LOOOOO” tonight.

Still, the fans were booing the wrong guy. Looper was clearly tired before he even arrived, with no life on his fastball. Not a big surprise after throwing 35 pitches last night in melting-lead August heat. By the same token, Roberto Hernandez (40 years old, 34 pitches last night, […]

Clifford Sings

“Cammy”

(as sung by Cliff Floyd, July 31, 2005)

March down in F-L-A

Skip said music couldn't play

Going mad in Port St. Hole

Till you cranked the stereo

You couldn't come north

Right field it went to

Victor, but he didn't stay

Packed him off to Triple-A

I've been hittin' bombs

But Omar's looking

One and five on this trip

We gotta start cooking, oh Cammy

Remember in […]