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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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Mighty Casey, His Tongue Out

Batting cleanup in any order: Casey The Cat. Get a load of that tongue! It was like something you’d find on Shaquille O’Neal’s left sneaker. How long was it? It was so long that half the time Casey couldn’t seem to stick it back in his mouth. Or maybe he just liked to have it ready […]

Our T-Shirt Goes the Distance

If you wear it, they will come…or something like that. Our own Mets Guy in Michigan Iowa, Dave Murray, bears the numbers of four New York National League legends as he looks for a pickup game against Joe Jackson and the rest of the 1919 Black Sox on a recent visit to Dyersville, site of the field from Field […]

What the Button Said

Grant would be gone not all that long after June 15, 1977. And Tom would be remembered always. Saving our Mets, however, would take a while.

The Three Tenors

Popular? Original? Mets?

Yup on all three, especially Ralph Kiner, now in his 46th season of handling a radio-TV assignment.

Glamour Puss

Now that’s a star. Bernie The Cat, on a winter’s evening in 1994, is as ready for his closeup as he’s gonna get.Note a) the Sprockets look I sported for this photo shoot; b) our devotion to yet another cat (and his overwrought asthma-hound Chihuahua companion) from the early ’90s; and c) my enduring pride at having attended […]

Top of the World, Ma!

The Empire State Building reflects reality far better than the mainstream media.

Immortal

This is Willie Mays of the New York Mets as captured by Topps for 1973. I still can’t believe he played for us. Based on content, I think this is my favorite card ever.

Loosen Up, Hammy Baby

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Grizzled Vet, Young Phenom

Just call us the Julio Franco and Carlos Gomez of fans. Combine an ice-cream crash and two hours of yelling and you get a tired boy destined to be dead weight on his mother’s lap from about Woodside to Grand Central.

Bring Me the Torso of David Wright

Our seats were so good this Saturday that we had at our fingertips the vaunted Metropolitan Club menu in our cup holders (hell, we had cup holders), though none of us ordered from said ritzy document. I’m hayseed enough to be intimidated by this option. Besides, even though it’s been been a part of the Shea […]