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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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Where It's At: Two Earpieces and a Baseball Game

There's really such a thing as the Junior League? And it's not where they sent Jay Kleven and Ike Hampton every fall to work on mechanics? I'll be damned. This is like finding out after years of watching Bugs Bunny that Al Jolson and war bonds actually existed. Or that people truly put Christmas trees […]

Al Falls Into The Gap

To paraphrase Chris Rock at the Oscars, if Al Leiter got fired from The Gap, don’t expect him to take a job at the Banana Republic across the mall and tell all the shoppers how great it is at The Gap. “They have a much better selection of belts over there. And my manager would bring in Rice Krispies […]

Ninth Wonders

Scioscia … Gibson … Pendleton … Jordan … I certainly hope we've

salted the earth with enough bad retro karma to keep evil spirits at

bay for the balance of 2005. I took virtually the same tack as you

regarding the '88 World Series, peeking in only very occasionally (a

plan I found myself employing eleven years later under […]

Think Unpleasant Thoughts

“I’ve got a speech if he wins, I’ve got a speech if he doesn’t.”
“You wrote a concession?”
“Of course I wrote a concession. You want to tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing?”
“No.”
“Then go outside, turn around three times and spit. What the hell’s the matter with you?”
“It’s like 25 degrees outside.”
“Go.”

— […]

Shvitz Go Mets

The thing I really like about spring training, I decided, is that after months of seeing ballplayers as businessmen and bounty and celebrities and vessels for our unfulfilled, unreasonable dreams, we are now seeing them as ballplayers. Press conferences and personal appearances are secondary to what it is they actually do for a living, which […]

Sympathy for the Cameron

It won't matter come April or July or, fingers crossed impossibly tight, October, but have you noticed that we've been aced out of the back page every day of spring training thus far? I thought we had the sexy stories: Pedro reporting, Carlos alighting, Cameron fuming, Mike marrying, Willie laying down the law, Jeff Keppinger […]

The Great Wright Hope

It has been two years, two months and a week since Edgardo Alfonzo signed with the San Francisco Giants. Not that I’m counting. I raged against the Metchine all through the winter of ’02-’03 over this crime against humanity, loyalty and good taste. The only things that got me through this dark period were the […]

Bad Lieutenant, Great Subplot

“Ah, memories, memories … and here we go again, back on the same old trip: digressions, tangents, crude flashbacks…”

Have you ever seen “The Bad Lieutenant”? It’s not about Matt Galante, but rather a corrupt in every sense of the world NYPD detective played by Harvey Keitel. Several years ago, Fred Bunz recommended it to me at […]

Gimme a Met with Hair

My outer head needs a haircut and my inner child resists. It’s always been that way because when I was a kid, hair length was a big issue in the world at large and among ballplayers, especially the ones I admired. Tug McGraw and Jim Bouton wrote books about battles with the establishment, rightly scoffing […]

Hey Pal, I've Got Your Upgrade Right Here

Shawon Dunston — greatest late-season pickup in Mets history, all based on one at-bat (leading off the 15th of Game 5 vs. Atlanta), probably the greatest at-bat in Mets history, all due respect to Mookie. I think he was simply issued No. 12 and recognized it as having belonged to The Boz. That alone got him […]