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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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Reds 7, Mets 6 (0-1)

OK, I’m better now. Y’know, for seven innings that was a helluva game.

Unless they add Tar ‘N’ Feather a Dolan Night to the promotional schedule, Opening Day is the only date on the calendar in which you can lose — even if the loss isĀ of theĀ suckerpunch-and-sit-down-quick variety — and still think, “Man, I love baseball.” […]

Game 1

AUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

0-0

So Victor Hall and Yusmeiro Petit joined forces to put us over the top in the latest chapter of our long struggle against the Washington Nationals…oh yeah, I forgot. Anyway, nice way to close out the exhibition season — I heard about half the game, and the D.C. fans sure sounded excited.Time for some post-Florida […]

Big Willie Style Ain't No Relief

45 degrees with a 25 MPH wind — sounds like DC will be fun tomorrow.

I slept late, didn't realize the game was on the radio, and belatedly

turned it on to hear muttering about Felix Heredia and news that Matt

Ginter is gone, sent to Detroit in return for Steve Colyer, owner of a

6.75 ERA in addition […]

Mets I've Met

I too had hoped for a return by John Olerud, to rid us of the bitter taste of his exile/departure for Seattle and his brief, appalling tenure in the raiment of the Beast. It's amazing how many big moments I remember being bound up with him. I was in L.A. during the Curt Schilling game, […]

Wrighting a Wrong

David Wright is going to hit eighth, and after some false starts, I've found a reason to be mad about it.

At first I figured stats would make an effective weapon, so I went out and did some furious Googling for the latest sabermetrical thinking on optimal batting orders. It's an interesting subject, though frustrating if you're in […]

The Longest Week

A week to go, good lord. At least there's some bits of news: Scott Strickland, Scott Stewart, Orber Moreno, Jae Seo and Jeff Keppinger took that long walk. Supposedly that has us down to 37 guys.

David Wright hit eighth. That seems insane to me: Beyond the fact that Wright can flat-out rake, to use […]

Fantastic Voyage

The tragedy of Bonds is he didn't need the cream or the clear. He was

no Jason Giambi — a perfectly nice doubles hitter with a good eye

before he swole himself up into a slugger — but an organic,

all-natural Hall of Famer. Pending further evidence, I don't believe

Bonds was on the juice in the early 1990s, […]

G(r)eek Chorus, Part VII

Well, I'm in midseason form — somehow I thought the season started

next week. Along with the time change. This extended winter is

destroying my brain.

Quick question: When you hear “partially herniated disk,” do you think,

“Well, that's no big deal”? Me neither. Not with Trachsel on the shelf.

Not with the ghost of Edgardo Alfonzo hovering over both […]

Retrosheet to the Rescue

Some scouring over at Retrosheet

makes me think my flawed brain cells were trying to combine the 6th

inning with this horrible sequence, our last gasp in that dismal game:

METS 12TH: Leary replaced Stubbs (pitching); Sasser singled to

right; Darling ran for Sasser; Mazzilli batted for McDowell; Mazzilli

singled to center [Darling to second]; Jefferies flied to left; Orosco

replaced […]