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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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Schmidt Happens

Ehh. Sometimes you get beat by a good pitcher. Believe me when I say that the following…

BOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

…is intended to help finish the road trip on a good note, not a recrimination for Saturday's 2-1 loss. You didn't expect the Mets winning streak to reach infinity, did you?

Did you?

Good news is Philly lost, so it's still […]

The Emancipation of Stevie

You an SCTV fan? If you are, then you’ll remember Monster Chiller Horror Theater, hosted by Count Floyd, Joe Flaherty’s version of every low-rent Friday night sci-fi filmfest emcee in every local market. What made it all the more resonant was that in its heyday, SCTV aired Friday nights at 12:30 on NBC (and is […]

Flashback Friday: 1975

The year was 1975. I was 12 years old.

The world was full of possibilities. I graduated from elementary school and was heading for junior high. I wriggled out of an involuntary tour of duty at Camp Avnet, the last time I’d be bothered with that thing of childhood, and was left to my own devices […]

Roll Me Away

Took a look down a westbound road

Right away I made my choice

Headed out to my big two-wheeler

I was tired of my own voice

Is it here? We've been waiting and waiting. I've screamed. You've screamed. We've all screamed.

Is it here? It sure looks like it, but it's been so long since I've seen one up close […]

Jakey, Stay in the Buggy

About once a year, my mother would hand down to me a parable that her father handed down to her. It involved two brothers who agreed to go into business together and how they began dreaming of all the success they would experience and all the fine things, like a horse-drawn carriage, they would buy […]

Hi BOB

First off, very important…

BOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

YOU SUCK, METS!

WHY DIDN'TCHA WIN BY MORE THAN 14-1?

HEY ZAMBRANO — NEXT TIME GO NINE!

WHAT'SA MATTER CASTRO? ONLY FIVE RBI?

WILLIE, YOU LACK PRESCIENCE NOT INSTALLING MIKE JACOBS AT FIRST FOUR-AND-A-HALF MONTHS AGO!

WRIGHT AND REYES, THERE'S NO GUARANTEE THAT THE AMAZING PROGRESS YOU'RE MAKING AND GENERAL EXCELLENCE YOU'RE DISPLAYING VIRTUALLY EVERY GAME WON'T […]

Stick Your Head Out

I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell…

The Mets have run the Howard Beale clip from Network on DiamondVision for, I think, the last eight seasons. I don't have a handle on the success rate in terms of rallies and […]

A Very Good Year for the Undertaker

As we mourners steel ourselves for the final viewing of the greatest dramatic arc in the history of television (9 o'clock on HBO), the temptation to bury the 2005 Mets, or at least take out a pre-need on their behalf, hovers yet again in our souls. Sunday afternoon's loss to the Nationals, while a smidge […]

Paradox by the Scoreboard Light

Apparently holding a post-game concert wasn't enough of a way to celebrate Hispanic Heritage Night. The Mets collectively played as if they were descended from the would-be 15th-century conquistador El Choko (he had almost all of Europe under his control when he decided his most splendid warrior should abandon the battle after throwing 78 pitches), […]

If Knishes Were Horses

Friday night's promotional handout was smart, compact and may even work the next time wet rain falls for real, but I prefer we let Jae Seo be our umbrella. He protects us against all kind of bad elements: Wilkerson, Vidro, Schneider…such unappealing sorts you should never encounter in a dark alley or a well-lit ballpark.

He […]