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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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The Saints Are Coming

In a few short hours the New Orleans Saints will play the Indianapolis Colts in the Super Bowl.

I bet you remembered that.

Four and a half years ago, Hurricane Katrina gave the city of New Orleans what can be described as a devastating near-miss. The city was spared the direct hit from a powerful hurricane that […]

A Touch of the Poet

Right before Pitchers & Catchers flock to Port St. Lucie, join Frank Messina and me for a little poetry & prose in Greenwich Village. Frank — better and rightfully known as the Mets Poet — and I will be preparing for Spring Training in our own way, reading on Tuesday, February 16, 6:00 to 7:30 […]

The Case of the New Thole and the Missing Rusty

Here’s another sign of spring for you: 2010 Topps Baseball is out.

I know, it’s February. That’s the way things go these days — the first series of cards arrives in the dead of winter, weeks before anyone even shows up in Florida or Arizona, with a couple of cup-of-coffee rookies adorning their first cards (Tobi […]

J.J. and the Putzes

Remember, in the wake of the Carlos Beltran fiasco, how the Mets wanted those mean people in the media and all us nasty bloggers to think about the rash of injuries that derailed the team on a case-by-case basis, instead of trying to look for patterns?

Well OK. Fair enough. Let’s evaluate these comments from J.J. […]

When Your Phone Doesn't Ring, It'll Be the Mets

Recently there’s been talk of WAR and CHONE and the first attempts to figure out what we might expect from the 2010 Mets. Amazingly, despite the three-years-early Mayan apocalypse of the 2009 season, I keep finding myself hopeful — or at least desperate for baseball to move off the winter back burner and return to […]

Jane Jarvis & The Keys to Our Hearts

If ever a cold January morning called for a round of the Mexican Hat Dance, this is it. It’s a good time to hear Jane Jarvis on the Thomas Organ welcoming us to Shea Stadium. It’s a good time to lean forward in anticipation of an afternoon in the sun with the Mets and a […]

Identity Issues

It’s nice to know who you are, even if you don’t always buy into it, even if who you are keeps on changing. For example, per a request made here several weeks ago, Andre Dawson will be going into the Hall of Fame as a Montreal Expo, making thousands of dispossessed ‘Spos fans (if not […]

Mets Yearbook: 1976

The program guide function on my TV indicates that tonight at 7:30, SNY resumes the best series in the history of the medium, Mets Yearbook, with the highlight-film spotlight shining on what would turn out to be the last good Met year for a very long time, 1976. Those Mets muddled through the first four […]

Escaping, Exploring & Blogging

Many were the days in a previous life when I’d seek escape from a job whose novelty had long worn off with a visit to Forgotten New York, a site that took me on virtual tours of the shadows cast throughout the Five Boroughs by a stubborn past. Why were street signs that were no […]

Smoltz? Really? Hmmm…

Ben Sheets won’t be a Met. Didn’t think he would be, and I wasn’t thinking he should be except for a song. Instead, the dude got himself an entire $10 million opera (albeit an opera whose running time is just one year). I’m not crushed. Think of the last time the Mets counted on somebody […]