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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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One Is The Awesomest Number

During one of the many, many godforsaken Jets seasons in which I’ve entangled myself while waiting for baseball to return, I recall they lost four of their first six games after spending prodigiously to produce a more favorable ratio. One of their Hessians insisted they were much better than their record indicated, that they were, […]

Feeble Pitch

Ol' Case had a pitcher named Karma at Worcester, his first managerial

posting, in 1926. Karma went through the order once but never again.

Turned out what would go around didn't come around. So much for Karma,

Stengel said.

So much for this pitching staff, too. Mr. Martinez notwithstanding,

it's enough to make one long for the days of Astacio, […]

My Views Are Just About The Same As Casey's

I am not going to speak of any other sport. I am not here to argue about other sports. I am in the baseball business. I started in professional ball in 1910. I have been in professional ball, I would say, for ninety-five years. I have been employed by numerous ball clubs in the majors […]

When We're '64

If it really is 1964 all over again — Texan in the White House, a single artist dominating the pop charts, Mets getting their suck on early — I have one question:Where's our new stadium?Oh, it ain't 1964. Dubya's no LBJ. 50 Cent's no Beatles. And Carlos Beltran could buy, sell and outhit the third-year […]

Subpar — And No Hero Thus Far

“Wow, this is a really good sandwich. Who wants to ask me about it?”Willie, what's the deal with the double-switch?

“The Double-Switch Deal? You mean how when you come in to your local Subway and you get twice the meat and twice the cheese at half the price? Yeah, what a deal!”No Willie, we're talking about […]

Read No Evil

With 161 games remaining, our once-beaten closer has two choices:* Getting bogged down in his mistake* Climbing back on his proverbial bikeYes, it's BONER OR PEDAL for BRADEN LOOPER.

(That's all of them, I promise.)I'll bet there were some equally stupid things written about the Opener. I'll have to bet because I refused to read any […]

Ba! Pen Drooler

When ninth-inning do-or-die situations arise this season, I hope

Braden Looper is up for them. He was the most dependable Met all of

last year and yet I still don’t quite trust him — maybe he was waiting

for this year to start blowing games in earnest because he knew doing

so last year would be a waste of […]

Happy New Year

Today is the day we become who we are in earnest.

Today is the day we are Mets fans in our natural habitat, the baseball season.

Today is the day that past stays past and future runs far off because, at long last, we have a present with which to concern ourselves.

Today is the day we continue […]

Putting Our Best Mets Forward

As we approach the mountaintop of The One Hundred Greatest Mets Of The First Forty Years, I glance around. I glance at the Cardinals and try to think very quickly of who some of their greatest have been: Stan Musial, Joe Medwick, Lou Brock, Bob Gibson, Pepper Martin. The Pirates: Roberto Clemente, Honus Wagner, Willie […]

Who's Gonna Tell Tanana He's Not No. 1?

When I turned thirty, my family threw me a wonderful surprise party. The coup de grace was the presentation unto the birthday boy of a small silver box with a Mets logo taped to the top. In it were fifteen pairs of tickets. Thirtieth birthday, thirty tickets.Thirty tickets for the 1993 season.The first game was […]