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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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Top 10 Rejected Nicknames for Rod Barajas

10. R-Bar
Among the many things that make my skin crawl regarding Alex Rodriguez is how lazy he made us all in conjuring nicknames for baseball players. First initial of first name, first syllable of last name? That’s so much easier than thinking! A-Rod could also be known as Z-Zzz. Yet I’ve been guilty of it […]

Spiteful Baseball Gods Can't Handle Great Broadcasting

I can’t get enough of Gary Cohen in the course of a game. Except for when I know he shouldn’t have just said what he just said.

Example one from Monday night: Oliver Perez is cruising along, as calm as the Ohio River. It’s the top of the fifth, game knotted at one. Ollie is being […]

28 Pitches

Once upon a time I liked this baseball game just fine. David Wright took Old Man Moyer convincingly deep in the very first inning for a 3-0 lead, and yesterday’s memories of dropped pop-ups and Doc Halladay and getting shellacked receded at the best possible speed. Yes, it got interesting in the bottom of the […]

I've Looked at Mets from Both Sides Now

It was billed in some quarters as a battle of aces. Ours slipped out of the deck in the fourth inning. Theirs ran the table, collected the pot and was home in plenty of time for Cops.

So much for Pelfrey vs. Halladay. Just as well we still have Santana to deal as we await (and […]

Mets Yearbook: 1972

It’s Saturday night, 8 o’clock, the Mets game, unless it’s going 20 innings, is over. What’re ya gonna do now?

You’re gonna watch Mets Yearbook: 1972 on SNY, of course. Cool down from your Pelf-injected excitement (or cheer up from your Pelf-related depression…just covering the bases here) with a look at the season that started a […]

Mets 1, Monkey Formerly on Back 0

Not so long ago, an off-day for the Mets was secretly a little bit welcome. But that was before Ike Davis rolled away the stone from Citi Field and commanded that the Spirit of 2006 come forth — and be quick about it, dammit. (What’s that? Putting too much pressure on the rookie? Don’t know […]

Transformation at the Taqueria

Two things of note happened to me this week, taking place in roughly a 24-hour period. I’ll go with the second first.

It was the bottom of the sixth Tuesday night, second game of the doubleheader. My co-shiverers had absorbed all the wind chill they could possibly take and bid me adieu. I was tempted to […]

Let's All Scream and Say Foolish Things

Metsie, Metsie, Metsie!

The amazin’, amazin’, amazin’ Mets capped a 9-1 homestand with yet another dismantling of the surprisingly hapless Dodgers, with good signs blooming all over the ballpark despite a chilly day. There was John Maine, throwing almost all fastballs and racking up swings and misses with them. There was Jason Bay, as hot as […]

Who Says Print Media's Irrelevant?

Front Page News!

While the Wall Street Journal tries to pump up area newsstand sales and perhaps take down a stolid competitor with the launch of a Greater New York section, which includes the assignment of yet another Mets beat reporter (one who took on the heretofore uncovered subject of how the Mets […]

The Win Chill Factor

That was the coldest doubleheader in the history of Citi Field.

Granted, it was the first doubleheader in the history of Citi Field: the first one that required only one admission, the first one that left you doubting whether you’d leave with all the fingers and toes you brought and the first one that led us […]