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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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Game of Chants

As befits a game won in the eighth and

then again in the ninth, the portion of the sold-out crowd that was ambling happily down the

ramps leading to Gate D was giddy as all get out Saturday. Given that

it was the sixth consecutive win for its team, there was bound to be

more than just an extra […]

Time and Tide

As Steve Martin told Garrett Morris when he was proven wrong about the sex appeal of the Festrunk Brothers, it’s okay, Cliff. Many American girls enjoy you, too. They enjoy your protruding buttocks all the time!

So you’re an idiot. Sometimes idiots win world championships.

While I was a little less fatalistic about mild and hazy Aaron Heilman’s […]

Rando's Commandoes

Those first five dispiriting losses didn't count, right? Just glorified exhibitions, right? The season started when Pedro outlasted Smoltz, right?At this point, 4-5 doesn't feel too bad. Yeah, Houston appeared dysfunctional and this series was the essence of catching them at the right time (the same thing happened last August: we took two of three […]

What Can He Say?

Jose Reyes speaks English way better than I’ll ever string together any of the eight sentences I learned in junior high and high school Spanish. He can answer any question any American reporter throws at him without pausing and the answer always makes sense.

Ask me anything in Spanish and I will tell you the same […]

A Matter of Trust

When I was a kid, I liked chocolate ice cream. Because I liked chocolate ice cream, I was, as a matter of principle, against vanilla ice cream. Oh, vanilla ice cream was good, but giving it any credit would somehow take away from chocolate's status. As time went by, I found myself increasingly preferring vanilla […]

See Ya Later, Escalator

According to the 1964 Mets yearbook, spectators at brand new William A. Shea Stadium may reach their seats by 21 escalators, designed to carry 56,000 persons an hour.

Those were the days.

With a night to sleep on the glorious Home Opener — the eighth I’ve been to and the eighth we’ve won, so no complaints, not […]

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 […]