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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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Fireworks

So that was awesome.

An 11-1 pasting of the Phillies would be awesome any time.

An 11-1 pasting of the Phillies before a huge crowd is even more awesome.

An 11-1 pasting of the Phillies to finish the halfway point of the season on pace for 88 wins is more awesome still, particularly since the Phils are in […]

All Things Considered

Hey, for the first 6 2/3 innings that was a helluva fun game. Swing and a drive from Lucas Duda, his first ever off a left-hander, Mets up 3-1, about to go seven over .500, take the first series in their gantlet of contests against powerful clubs, run their record against the hated Phillies to […]

Through Opening-Day-Colored Glasses

Somewhere around the poorly named 46th St-Bliss I got a little carried away:

On Opening Day even the 7 local seems awesome.

That wasn’t true. The 7 local is never awesome, particularly not when the MTA has decided that Opening Day at Citi Field is a fine time to do track work. But I swear it felt […]

The Thing With Feathers

Emily Dickinson long ago wrote a poem about a thing with feathers.

She didn’t mean Mike Pelfrey, which was for the best, as Mike Pelfrey with feathers would be horrifying in a Big Bird Turned Primal Nightmare way, sticking his tongue out and clomping around the mound on scaly clawed feet. Shudder.

She meant hope — which […]

Love Is the Thumb on the Scale

Think of one’s attitude about the 2012 Mets as a scale. Let’s say the stuff that’s bad, depressing, worrisome, etc. goes on the left, and the good, happy, optimistic stuff goes on the right.

BAD STUFF

The team is broke
Bud Selig is going to keep looking the other way instead of doing anything about it
How quickly and […]

Tell Me Something Good

Johan Santana is throwing from flat ground in St. Lucie and hopes to be ready for Opening Day. Adam Rubin has the story here, MetsBlog offers SNY video here.

Even with too many other signs pointing downward, and even as there are “no assurances” that the ace of the staff will be ready to face the […]

The Silver Lining, After All

So yesterday afternoon I tried to sum up my feelings about Jose Reyes leaving the sad, broken Mets for the temporarily nouveau riche Marlins. I wasn’t happy when I started writing that post, and I wasn’t any happier when I finished. I gave it a final read, posted it and promoted it.

But let me tell […]

As the Curtain Closes

For a from-the-seats perspective on Closing Day, I’ll bow to my partner, who was actually there.

I saw it on SNY, and like a lot of you wound up with emotional whiplash: My euphoria at Jose Reyes’s hit was followed in uncomfortably short order by bafflement that his day was done practically before it began, which […]

The First Day of Next Year

I’ve always kind of hated myself for liking Sept. 1.

When your team is in a pennant race, Sept. 1 feels like the car has shifted into top gear: You’re gunning for the finish line, and the only duties set to be assumed by rookies involve blowouts. If anything, you fear what may happen when your […]

Never Say Die, Always Say Hope

The Mets never say die, but sometimes they die anyway. They won’t say die for the next 45 games but I suspect what remains unspoken will occur more or less half the time no matter their best intentions.

Of the choice between “more or less,” more would certainly be preferable. When a team that isn’t supposed […]