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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 Win the NLCS for Us

If you want to feel welcome at Shea Stadium (or its successor facility), here's a piece of advice. Don't be the man on the mound when the Mets clinch the pennant there. All will never be right for you in Flushing again.

Our sample size is two pitchers, so the rule is open to interpretation. But […]

Gettin' Jumpy

We're nuts, we Mets fans. Honest to god we are. There was so much doubt permeating Shea Stadium last night, right up to the moment Delgado doubled in the eighth, that you would have thought we were the fourth-place team a dozen games out and that the Braves were the division leaders.

Force of habit, maybe, […]

There's Something About Larry

Turns out somebody who'll be working at Shea tonight has a healthy respect for the place. Too bad it's Chipper Jones.

Ray Glier has a terrific article in the Times this morning catching up with our old pal Larry Wayne. As you know, Mr. Jones and we have an enduring and somewhat sordid history together. Chipper […]

Headed for the Subway Home

Pervis Jackson, the founding Spinner who cemented the deepest of foundations for my favorite group ever, has died at the age of 70. He was diagnosed only days ago with liver and brain cancer. Pervis was performing as recently as July.

If you know the strangely parenthesed No. 24 Song of All-Time, “They Just Can’t Stop It The (Games […]

Natspos Out, Metspos In

It had to happen sooner or later. With Nick Johnson and Chad Cordero disabled and Luis Ayala traded, there is no longer a single Montreal Expo on the active roster of the former Montreal Expos, a.k.a. the Washington Nationals. Fewer than four seasons removed from their Canadian abandonment, the Nats have moved on. The New […]

We've Got to Stop Mondays Like This

Avoid Monday afternoons with or in Pittsburgh and the record shows we'll never lose another game — at least not another irritating game larded with baserunners stranded and bullpen imploded.

Oh right, can't win 'em all. Sorry. I'd gotten used to the contrary over the preceding six days.

If I can gloss over the tired bat (Delgado's) […]

The Magnanimity of Pedro

Y'know when I was reminded how much I love Pedro Martinez? Not Saturday night when he calmly put away the Pittsburgh Pirates for seven innings. It was last Monday afternoon when his surefire win was pissed away by his bullpen, none of whose members will be joining Pedro in Cooperstown for more than a few […]

Honey, Get Me Rewrite

No, no, no — that's not the Mets @ Pirates game I know. The Mets @ Pirates game I know ends with the Jolly Roger flying high and the Pirate Parrot squawking proud. It ends with missed Metropolitan opportunities galore and relievers whose heads are tucked somewhere south of the NEW YORK on their funereal […]

The Day I Was Dashing

Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales From The Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 383 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.

9/6/98 Su Atlanta 5-8 Reed 9 70-70 L 4-0

It […]

Alone Again (Naturally?)

For those of you who missed the West Coast final:

Phillies 1

DODGERS 3

The Phillies got themselves swept out of Chavez Ravine, enabling the Mets, who for once treated a last-place team like dirt, to retake first place all by their splendid lonesomes.

Question then: Are the Phillies that lame? 'Cause I suspect we ain't quite that good.

Oh, […]