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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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Hair's the Thing...

Day-night doubleheader Saturday. Day portion was somewhere in the middle of Connecticut. Nightcap was where it usually is.

Dana Brand’s family organized a public memorial to their husband/father/brother in Newtown, Conn., to which hundreds showed up. Where’s Newtown? Somewhere that adds to my admiration of Dana. He commuted daily to Hempstead from up there? He drove […]

The Happiest Recap: 052-054

Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season consisting of the “best” 52nd game in any Mets season, the “best” 53rd game in any Mets season, […]

Extraordinary People

Call it hindsight of the sharpest degree, but I swear I had a feeling about today’s game when it was 7-0, and that feeling wasn’t all about the different vessels I considered packing Mike Pelfrey into and what destinations I would have liked him shipped. Well, that, too, but after Pequeño Pelf finished the third […]

Ordinary People

Y’know what they say about not believing all that much of what you see in April and September? Throw the mythical month of Metuary into that mix of incredulity. Metuary is that span of time when the Mets aren’t the Mets. They’re just whoever’s in Mets uniforms playing whatever positions Mets normally play.

Natch, it’s not […]

The Happiest Recap: 049-051

Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season consisting of the “best” 49th game in any Mets season, the “best” 50th game in any Mets season, […]

The Jose Reyes and Friends! Hour

You hear that music?

Ho ZAY! Ho Zay Ho Zay Ho Zay! HO Zay! And FRIENDS!

That song can mean only one thing! It’s the time for all you kids at home to tune in to your favorite animated adventures on The Jose Reyes and Friends! Hour!

Ho ZAY! Ho Zay Ho Zay Ho Zay! HO Zay! And […]

Going to the Game on May 28

The brick is still there. The brick is always there. The brick couldn’t be more reliable. Stephanie and I trundled down the stairs from the 7, shlugged sample cups of Pepsi Max, disposed of them and zagged right to inspect our etched immortality.

OUR FIRST DATE
METS 8 GIANTS 3
MAY 15, 1987

It’s a little worn […]

Baseball Enjoyed While Result Disdained

Bad to have lost. Better had it been won. Good that it was played. That was Friday night, Mets vs. Phillies, undesirable outcome disallowed from overshadowing several elements that pleased me greatly as I sat and watched from my living room couch.

• Justin Turner returned to all-world status, 4-for-5 at bat, all-encompassing in the field, […]

The Happiest Recap: 046-048

Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season consisting of the “best” 46th game in any Mets season, the “best” 47th game in any Mets season, […]

In Praise of English Teachers

It occurred to me today — as R.A. Dickey slipped on the Wrigley Field grass and had his right foot slipped into a protective boot (lord help the Met who nicks himself shaving); and the Mets bore witness to the Cubs’ ability to scamper around the bases in the bitter cold; and David Einhorn introduced […]