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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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Our Day of Jubilee

If we’ve been waiting all winter yet have to wait a little longer, then Opening Day must be rushing close on the heels of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Life, despite what Thomas Boswell says, does not begin on Opening Day. But it does peak then.

Is there any day better than Opening Day? […]

March Metness: The Rick Sweet 16 Tips Off

No losers reach the Rick Sweet 16. You get this far in March Metness, you can stake a serious claim to being a quintessential element of the overall Mets experience. While there are no losers, only half of the entries in any given matchup will get to walk away a winner.

Here’s how that inevitable winnowing […]

Reading is Fundamental

I developed a newspaper habit when I was 6, right in sync with the other habit we begin feeding in earnest 8:05 a week from Sunday night. I know I can read much of the content from the same machine where I type, but I love the actual sensation of buying and opening a newspaper. […]

Signs of Mets

Last night I got some welcome signs of spring.
First off, it was my fantasy-baseball draft — this will be the third season I've played since getting sucked back into the fantasy-sports black hole. I spent 2005 staring at the computer like a cargo cultist, amazed at the fact that there were players and stats behind […]

The Guy Who

It happens almost every spring, or least by fall. We pick up the guy who’s widely identified for something besides what he has accomplished in the realm of baseball statistics and achievements. This isn’t a Central Casting call per se, but rather the guy whose playing fame and whatever skills that has entailed is augmented, […]

March Metness: Reset

In many ways, the first weekend of March Metness ran true to bracketology form, with each of the four 1-seeds still alive. Then again, did anybody see two 7-seeds advancing to the Rick Sweet 16? Did you think you would hear Jane Jarvis playing on? Was there a lot of money put down on Pete […]

March Metness: Getaway Day

The weekend that makes March Metness the memory-laden free-for-all that it is came to an end Sunday, with the final eight qualifiers for the Rick Sweet 16 earning their trips to the next round. While some pack for home, others pack for quintessence. Here’s who and/or what made it to Getaway Day and what they […]

March Metness: Merengue Saturday

March Metness isn’t so much a big dance as it is a three-week Merengue Night. The first Saturday is when everybody starts to get up and move in earnest. Let’s see who and/or what among Day One’s winners will be shaking and/or grooving their way to the Rick Sweet 16.

MIRACLE REGIONAL
Let’s Go Mets (1) vs […]

Nothing to Foresee Here

Attempting to cope with the baseball anxiety attack this listless spring has brought about, I decided to watch something I recently recorded. This from that: the top of the ninth inning of the 1988 division-clincher aired (again) by SNY last week, Fran Healy talking to special guest in the booth Jack Lang…

Fran: Jack, [can] you […]

I Can't Go Back to Sucking

The split-squad Mets fell to pieces today. 9-0 loss in Fort Lauderdale to Baltimore. 13-1 drubbing by Washington at St. Lucie. Everywhere you looked, the Mets were out in farce.

Sele got rocked.

Park got rocked.

Sosa got rocked.

After Lima, can we stop with the four-letter pitchers? (It’s been ten springs since Rick Reed made himself gloriously apparent.)

Maybe […]