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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 Night Chicago Thrived

When life turns harsh again on the South Side, when Ozzie Guillen has worn out his welcome, when Joe Crede can't cut it anymore, when Juan Uribe's asking price is viewed as exorbitant, when Bobby Jenks can't find the plate, when A.J. Pierzynski becomes completely intolerable, when Jermaine Dye is hitting .227, when Freddy Garcia […]

Didn't See That Coming

You watch enough baseball and you get a strong feeling regarding what is going to happen next. You're almost smug about it. You're a longtime fan. You can see it coming.

Not Game Three of the 2005 World Series which went fourteen innings, nearly a quarter of a day and put the Chicago White Sox within […]

Tear the Roof Off the Sucker

Just read that the commissioner is insisting that the Astros leave the roof open for their World Series home games unless it's raining.

Huzzah!

Sure, baseball should be played outdoors or as close to it as possible, though Minute Maid Park, no matter how far back you peel the ceiling, never feels like it's outside. The reason […]

Trickler Treat!

Sure, it's dropped from crisp to cold all at once and it's raining enough to make Channel 11 air an impromptu Fresh Prince of Bel-Air marathon, but cheer up.

It's October 25!

Buckner Day! Mookie Day! A Ground Ball…Trickling Day! Call it what you will, it was the night in 1986 (after midnight on 10/26 if you're […]

Pandora's Sox 2 Astros' Sluggers 0

Braden Looper overthrows and pays for it. Armando Benitez can't be trusted in a big spot. Now substitute the names Bobby Jenks and Brad Lidge and it's like the Mets are closing both ends of this World Series.

The danger in watching post-season play is you tend to familiarize yourself with players in such a compressed […]

The Late Great 1988

Kids from 1 to 92 who are Astros fans or White Sox fans are going to remember 2005 as long as they live depending on what happens tonight through sometime next week. They will look back on 2005 and grow tingly at the mere mention of the year. It will be a four-digit code for […]

Say, Weren't We Born Together?

Remember that kitten who came out in the same litter as us? He's finally made it to the World Series.

Congratulations to Expansion Class of '62 alumni the Houston Astros. You've graduated to the championship course after 44 seasons, a mere 36 after we first did it, a scant 19 Octobers since we got in your […]

It's Just Like The Time…Or Is It?

Sometimes I think we all know too much or at least retain too much for our own good. Maybe it's the Internet and what it can tell us, maybe it's all the videotape that has presumably converted to a digital format. Maybe we don't replace enough old data in our heads with new data. But […]

Who Will Champion Us?

Well, we're waiting. As are our fellow loyal subjects in Miami and Washington and Denver and Cincinnati and everywhere National League baseball is taken seriously.

We need to be led, to have someone to fall in line behind, to take our cue from a force a greater than ourselves.

We are waiting to be championed. Five games […]

The Single Turns Six (Way To Go Sox)

The American League Champion White Sox and the National League East Co-Thirdsmen New York Mets don't have a ton in common except for the annoyance we and their fans must feel with the overhyped other team in our respective towns. I'd always suspected we could bond over that and felt my suspicion confirmed on my […]