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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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Incongruous...Remarkable...Mets

The Mets, it was established when they were established, represented the New Breed. Their fans were descended from a tradition of Giants and Dodgers, but they — we — were something else altogether. We were not the past. We were the present and, by implication, the future. We were the stuff of 1962 when 1962 […]

Jane Jarvis & The Keys to Our Hearts

If ever a cold January morning called for a round of the Mexican Hat Dance, this is it. It’s a good time to hear Jane Jarvis on the Thomas Organ welcoming us to Shea Stadium. It’s a good time to lean forward in anticipation of an afternoon in the sun with the Mets and a […]

Art On The Air

A winter’s night like this one? Twenty-five or so years ago? I would be dying for Mets news. I’d surely have checked my favorite blogs, except there were no blogs. I’d have watched MLB Network or SNY in hopes they had some information on their crawls, but there was neither an MLB nor an SNY. […]

Loyal to Our Guys

One never knows how loyalty is born.
—Bert Cooper, senior partner, Sterling Cooper

I’ve learned from friends of the recent passings of two former Mets, early ’60s starting pitcher Carlton Willey and 1976 cameo catcher Jay Kleven. I never saw Willey pitch and I remember Kleven more from name than deed, but each man brings to mind the special bonds we […]

From Dusty to Agee

First home game World Series home run hit in Mets history? As we were reminded during the otherwise forgettable Interleague interlude from Baltimore, it was by Tommie Agee against eventual Hall of Famer Jim Palmer, leading off Game Three of the ’69 Fall Classic, Shea Stadium’s first World Series contest ever. But in a way, […]

Regarding Harry

The Phillies are a family and it doesn’t matter if you are a popcorn vendor or a fixture like Vince, who handled dugout security, or Jimmy Rollins, the reigning MVP — you all might as well be wearing the uniform.
—Doug Glanville, New York Times, November 1, 2008

Doug Glanville’s loyalty and eloquence notwithstanding, there’s not much […]

Adieu, Mr. Updike

On the car radio as I drove home I heard that Williams had decided not to accompany the team to New York. So he knew how to do even that, the hardest thing. Quit.

We should all be able to write endings like John Updike could. The part before that’s pretty good, too. Avail yourself of […]

Dropping a Line to a Dear Old Friend

Sometimes I just want to e-mail my friend Rob Costa. No particular news, just the impulse to stay in touch with an old friend, maybe bring him up to speed on some positive development, send him a link to an article, revisit an inside joke. It remains an impulse unfulfilled since December 3, 1998, ten […]

Headed for the Subway Home

Pervis Jackson, the founding Spinner who cemented the deepest of foundations for my favorite group ever, has died at the age of 70. He was diagnosed only days ago with liver and brain cancer. Pervis was performing as recently as July.

If you know the strangely parenthesed No. 24 Song of All-Time, “They Just Can’t Stop It The (Games […]

Glove Story

I got my first real glove on July 3, 1972. The family took me to Mr. Sport on Park St. that Monday night before we headed off to Westbury for the Sonny & Cher concert (opening act: an unknown comedian who got on people’s nerves with all his props and shtick, Steve Martin). I call […]