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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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Trouble in River City

While the Mets have been taking a week or so off from their winning ways, Stephanie and I have been looking forward to our own vacation. Oddly enough, we had the same idea they did for when it comes time to take a break from working. We're gonna go to St. Louis.

We won't be there […]

In the Shadow of Two Finales

“I’m going to Port St. Lucie, which may not mean anything to you, but happens to be the spring training home of the…”

“New York Jets. Yes, you’ve told me. Josh, you can watch basketball on TV.”

“Yes, except the New York Knicks are a basketball team, the New York Jets are a football team and Port […]

What You Need

Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.

Twenty years, 43 Fridays. This is one of them.

Harking back to Spring Training 2006, the regular reader may recall one of my intermittent fits of panic regarding our team and my ability to relate to […]

The Mighty Aberration

Behold the blowout! The mighty aberration! My team is kicking your team’s ass like there’s no tomorrow. You don’t want there to be a tomorrow because it is obvious that your team can never hope to compete with my team, because my team is blowing your team…OUT!

Perspective is pummeled in a blowout. I can’t see […]

Better Not Be Like The Last One

And at least there's something that makes it OK: We get another one tomorrow.

The smoke shooting out of my ears when Heilman threw that ball away cleared sometime this morning. Your promise that another Mets-Phillies game would eventually arrive didn't make me feel any better, but since there's nothing I can do about last night, […]

Truth, Justice and the National League East

Faster than a speeding Rollins…more powerful than a Bobby Abreu…able to leap Citizens Bank Park in a single bound.

Look, up in the sky! Or down the Turnpike!

It’s a mascot!
It’s a cranial mishap!
No, it’s Mr. Met feeling positively SUPER these days.

And why shouldn’t he be? Bolstered by a four-game lead, a .677 winning percentage and the long […]

Breathe It In

Deep breath.

Coming next, nine games on the road: Philadelphia, Milwaukee, St. Louis.

Another deep breath.

After that, home: the Skanks, the Phils.

Fifteen games that won't make or break the season — we are 21-10, none of those opponents is looking forward to hosting or visiting us — but a real, extended test of what we are and […]

Time Flies, Timelessness Endures

Saw a dude at Shea yesterday sport a plain white t-shirt on whose front was drawn a clock. On the back, he or somebody assisting him scrawled LIMA TIME!

I wonder at what point in the afternoon he decided he’d ruined a perfectly good undergarment.

That Lima’s a pistol, all right. His right arm may never genuinely […]

You Don't Know What To Think

It was the elbow, all right.

His teammates knew, his manager didn't. Once again, when you want to feel empathy for Victor Zambrano — and he deserves it, based on Michael Morrissey's account in the Post — you're at a loss. You credit him with sucking it up and pitching better than he ever has as […]

Brooms Are So Last Week (Bring A Shovel)

I take my 0-2 record to Shea Sunday afternoon for the finale versus the Braves. I know better than to scream SWEEP or go CHOP but I gotta tell ya: I know a little less better all the time.

The Braves is dead? Oh, let’s not get ahead of ourselves even if we’re nine ahead of […]