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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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That (Almost) Championship Season

Aaron Heilman has been thwarted in his latest attempt to make a starting rotation and will pitch in relief for the Arizona Diamondbacks. Adam Wainwright is officially on the 60-Day Disabled List. Oliver Perez is feeling his way through a minor league contract with the Washington Nationals. Jeff Suppan has been released by the San […]

The Best of Times, Revisited Again

A season with 108 wins and a World Series title deserves every moment in the sun we can get it. Continuing/completing our series of guest posts at MSG.com, here’s my appreciation of Gary Carter and Keith Hernandez, two very different men who were equally important to that great team.

The Best of Times, Revisited

What was it like to be a Mets fan in The Year of Our Romp, One-Thousand Nine-Hundred and Eighty-Six? Since it’s one of those topics I never get tired of talking about (for at least 108 obvious reasons), I’m happy to have the opportunity to talk about it some more at MSG.com. Hope it rekindles […]

Straw's Big Mouth

One of the pleasures of the last few years has been Darryl Strawberry’s return to the Mets fold.

Straw left town under a pretty toxic cloud composed of his own problems, a nasty contract dispute, and our disappointment with the reality that he turned out to be Darryl Strawberry and not some amalgam of Ted Williams, […]

The Intersection of Cashen & Strawberry

In the spring of 1980, the New Yorker’s Roger Angell was making his incomparable annual rounds and alighted on St. Petersburg for a morning B-squad game between  Joe Torre’s Mets and their neighbors, Ken Boyer’s Cardinals. The rookie getting everybody’s attention that March was St. Louis’s big first baseman Leon Durham — “he is called […]

More Than Half a Lifetime

The 8,702nd day of my life was October 27, 1986. You will almost definitely recognize that date as the last time the Mets won a World Series — and perhaps as Jon Niese’s birthday. Back then, in the aftermath of that blessed event of which I was cognizant, I figured the next episode of the […]

Worse By One Third

After Sean Green — who elicited the first visceral couch-to-TV reaction of 2010: “Get Sean Green the fuck off my team!” — gave up the laser shot home run to Dan Uggla in the seventh, building the Marlin lead to 6-1, I filed Tuesday night’s game in that one third you’re going to lose, per […]

A Plaque for El Sid

At the end of Absence of Malice, the great 1981 newspaper movie, the reporter played by Sally Field finds the tables have turned on her, and sits numbly while a colleague runs through everything that’s happened for the story she’s been told to write. Her account is a proper recitation of the facts, but one […]

Take Me Out to Veterans Stadium

Welcome to Flashback Friday: Take Me Out to 34 Ballparks, a celebration, critique and countdown of every major league ballpark one baseball fan has been fortunate enough to visit in a lifetime of going to ballgames.

BALLPARK: Veterans Stadium
HOME TEAM: Philadelphia Phillies
VISITS: 3
FIRST VISITED: August 13, 1986
CHRONOLOGY: 4th of 34
RANKING: 31st of 34

There was nothing to […]

Of Swimsuits and Shortstops

Anyone who knows Dan Quayle knows that, given a choice between golf and sex, he’ll choose golf every time.
—Marilyn Quayle

The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue arrives in my mailbox every February to no particular anticipation or fanfare. Certainly its contents are well put together, and I wouldn’t argue they don’t merit an objective hubba-hubba! and a […]