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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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Future Met Alumni of America

It was reasonably fitting that Jay Payton stopped by the SNY booth in the bottom of the fourth inning Friday night. Jay and Butch Huskey are this weekend’s special guest alumni at Citi Field. If you haven’t noticed, every Friday the Mets welcome home a pair of former players to meet the press, sign autographs […]

A Day at the Yard

(Note: The format for this post didn’t occur to me until 20-odd hours after the game, so accuracy of timestamps is theoretical at best. Sorry!)

10:00 am: Wake up, groggily. What? I’m a freelance writer, I can wake up when I want. I also am typically still working at 2 am, so lay off.

10:10 am: Oh, […]

Some Days You're Just in a Bad Mood

It shouldn’t have been a day for vituperation.

I got out on the water in a kayak. It was a beautiful evening. Dinner was tasty. And there was a baseball game on. Honestly, lots of days could be put in the win column with just one of those things happening.

And the fact that the Mets were […]

Cano’s Conversational Company

With his third home run Tuesday night, Robinson Cano assured himself of qualifying into perpetuity for a conversation that isn’t about disappointing veteran acquisitions that cost us the potential inherent in promising youth. For an evening, our new pal Robbie didn’t need to be lumped in with every wayward American League expatriate from Joe Foy […]

My Hall of Fan Plaque

GREGORY LEWIS PRINCE
“GREG”
NEW YORK, N.L., 1969-2019

LOYAL METS FAN FROM AGE 6 TO 56, ENCOMPASSING TWO WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS, SEVEN OTHER POSTSEASONS AND MYRIAD LOSING CAMPAIGNS. ATTENDED HUNDREDS OF GAMES AT SHEA STADIUM AND HUNDREDS MORE AT CITI FIELD. REGULARLY TUNED INTO TV AND RADIO BROADCASTS. READ ABOUT TEAM RELIGIOUSLY. CO-AUTHORED BLOG DEVOTED TO METS FANDOM FOR […]

Pete and Dom's Excellent Adventure

After two games worth of balls going plop in the night, a Mets fan could have been forgiven for concluding Saturday afternoon’s game wasn’t exactly a must-watch event. The Mets, after a brief bout of not being completely depressing, had reverted to tragicomic form out west. First they played into the deep hours of the […]

Simply Marvelous

“Don’t bother, Mickey,” I wanted to tell the beleaguered manager of the New York Mets after his club dropped and I do mean dropped its second consecutive extra-inning game, this one on a patently unbelievable albeit hauntingly familiar defensive misplay, “we didn’t touch home plate, either.”

One sometimes forgets when the bullpen falters or the left […]

Artistic Cruelty

By definition, extra-inning losses are cruel. To come so far, battling and staving off ruination, only to have it arrive anyway? That always hurts.

To that, let us add the noncontroversial contract rider that extra-inning road losses are crueler still. Ruin, when it comes, leaves you stuck in mid-gesture, on a field where nothing you do […]

Land of 10,000 Runs

When I was in junior high, I’d carry a Bic pen in the front left pocket of my jeans and, at some point in the course of the school year, the pen would explode. Several points, actually…and a whole pack of pens. I never understood that. It was just hanging around during one class, then […]

The Mets That Didn't Bark

A cliche of whodunits is the dog that didn’t bark — the detective’s first indication that something odd is afoot, not because something happened but because it failed to happen.

A detective would have taken a definite interest in Tuesday night’s tilt with the Twins, the start of a two-game, 20-hour whirlwind tour through Minnesota. Because […]