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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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Mets Alumni Power Rankings

What a spectacular top of the first inning in Philadelphia Thursday night! And what a moving eight innings of respectful silence in the top halves of each frame that followed.

That was pretty much that where the current Mets were concerned in their sixth consecutive loss. Thus, let us turn our attention to Mets of yore. […]

The Place to Be

One of the benefits of paying very close attention to one specific entity for a very long time is you pick up on trends that might be apparent to you and only you. One of the benefits of having a platform like this is the opportunity to remark upon those trends.

Here’s my picked-up-on trend of […]

Thanks, We Needed That

You might grab a nap. You might grab a shower. You might grab one of your top prospects and send him to the mound in front of the home folks to make his major league debut and watch him succeed. There are plenty of ways to feel refreshed. The Nolan McLean version proved most effective Saturday. […]

Dr. Taylor in Residence

The late, great Dennis D’Agostino had a forthright way of handling blank space in his seminal 1981 volume This Date in New York Mets History. For any date on which nothing discernibly Metsian had yet occurred (understandable, in that there hadn’t yet been two decades of official franchise operation), Dennis wrote, simply, “Nothing of importance […]

Spreading Subway Series Happiness

Who could or would be happy that the Mets beat the Yankees in the Bronx on Saturday? Us, obviously. The Mets beating the Yankees is a thing for us. We’re Mets fans. We like when the Mets beat anybody. We especially like the Mets beating the Yankees.

We like Griffin Canning, he of the 2.47 ERA, […]

Daytime Believer

A day after Monday night’s freeze-fest, the Mets played a game that had been moved to Tuesday daylight hours and yet somehow took place in even less pleasant conditions. (They closed the Promenade, which ought to tell you something.) That verdict was clear pretty much from the jump: Clay Holmes‘ third pitch of the afternoon […]

Too Soon & Right On Time

It was 34 degrees this morning in New York because it’s March 27, and on March 27, about a week beyond winter, you’re as likely as not to get a very chilly morning. Days with mornings with that low a temperature don’t exactly scream baseball weather.

But the Mets were in Florida for a month-and-a-half (where […]

Killing Us Softly with Spring News

Spring Training, you gotta stop making real news. Frankie Montas’s lat last week. Nick Madrigal’s shoulder over the weekend. Sean Manaea’s oblique as the Monday surprise du jour. We’re here for bright skies and optimism and megastars presenting vehicles to would-be stars in exchange for jersey numbers. That’s the news we can consume and smile about.

All injuries […]

Rickey Henderson Singular

“There are certain figures in American history who have passed into the realm of cultural mythology, as if reality could no longer contain their stories: Johnny Appleseed. Wild Bill Hickok. Davy Crockett. Rickey Henderson.”
—Tom Verducci, 2003

Maybe somebody else in baseball or sports or life referred to himself in the third person before Rickey Henderson made […]

Now Leaving the Montage

And yet, it felt fantastical. I wasn’t entirely sure the road I walked was even there anymore. And even if it were there as the map said, and even if I went to walk it again on another day, another season, maybe in a different pair of shoes, it wouldn’t be the same road. I […]