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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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Is Atlanta Still in the Division?

Clay Holmes pitched into the seventh inning Saturday night and pitched well. Just three hits and two walks allowed. If Clay wasn’t showing the transcendent stuff of Nolan McLean from Friday night, he came close enough; going deep and being effective must be contagious. Relievers Gregory Soto, Tyler Rogers, and Edwin Diaz stoked no tension […]

Few of a Kind

The Mets in their entire history have as many wins by the score of 12-7 as Nolan McLean has wins by any score in his week-old career. The franchise required 64 seasons and a leaky bullpen to post a second win of exactly this kind, while each milestone for their newest starting pitcher appears to […]

The Natspos Live

Midway through Thursday afternoon’s Mets-Nationals game, about the time I suspected Washington’s overcoming of New York’s lead was not going to be reversible, I remembered the Nationals used to be the Expos. It’s not as if I’d wholly forgotten from whence the Nationals moved following the 2004 season, it’s just that the Quebec connection long […]

This is the Ballclub from the Age of Aquarius

Some Met folklore a fan accepts without wondering about beyond what he’s already picked up. A bit of Metsiana that’s been with me for more than fifty years concerns some activity that preceded Game Four of the 1969 World Series. I picked up on it in 1971, a little late, but forgive me, I was […]

Thanks, We Needed That

You might grab a nap. You might grab a shower. You might grab one of your top prospects and send him to the mound in front of the home folks to make his major league debut and watch him succeed. There are plenty of ways to feel refreshed. The Nolan McLean version proved most effective Saturday. […]

Pratfall & McLean

The best chance for Mets fans to enjoy some happy days rather than endure more dog days as mid-August inevitably commences shedding summer will appear on the Citi Field mound this afternoon when Nolan McLean makes his major league debut. I was going to call it his hotly anticipated major league debut, but it’s almost […]

Studio 254

It throbbed. It pulsated. It got down with the beat, not to mention the Bear. It lit up like crazy, so much so that they shot off every last firework within reach. Maybe this is what the Ritchie Family was referring to in 1976 when they paid homage to the best disco in town.

Citi Field […]

Welcome to Millie Helper

Although the architecture for this blog indicates it remains dedicated to the New York Mets, we have changed the format for today to a blog dedicated to our new favorite team, the Milwaukee Brewers. See, we don’t wish to think about the Mets any longer, but we don’t mind thinking about some other baseball team, […]

Desperation Row

Starling Marte got a good lead off second, had a good jump as soon as Jeff McNeil singled into center, took a good route around third, sped home at a good rate, and made a good slide toward the plate. He did everything well on the two-out play intended to tie the Mets-Brewers game in […]

Nothing Doing, Nothing Special

I greeted Juan Soto’s bottom-of-the-ninth solo home run with more enthusiasm than Juan Soto greets extra-base hits he has to gather and fire back into the infield, which is to say with minimal enthusiasm. Until he ended Gavin Williams’s no-hit bid Wednesday afternoon, I’d allowed myself to almost root for the no-hitter to happen. Almost. […]