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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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Interleague Kvetching Like It Oughta Be

During Saturday afternoon’s telecast, Ron Darling recalled a moment of frustration from early in his career when he was so fed up with receiving no-decisions for his pitching efforts that he said he’d rather take a loss than another ND. Older and wiser (and by way of slapping the Mariners’ George Kirby on the wrist […]

An Exclusive Enough Club

Large portions of Friday night’s telecast from Target Field that I didn’t sleep through — I nodded off for most of the seventh inning, meaning the three runs the Mets’ bullpen gave up that determined the 5-2 loss to Carlos Correa and the Twins could have remained an eternal mystery to me had I not […]

Land of 10,000 Runs

When I was in junior high, I’d carry a Bic pen in the front left pocket of my jeans and, at some point in the course of the school year, the pen would explode. Several points, actually…and a whole pack of pens. I never understood that. It was just hanging around during one class, then […]

The Mets That Didn't Bark

A cliche of whodunits is the dog that didn’t bark — the detective’s first indication that something odd is afoot, not because something happened but because it failed to happen.

A detective would have taken a definite interest in Tuesday night’s tilt with the Twins, the start of a two-game, 20-hour whirlwind tour through Minnesota. Because […]

Walks in the Park

As long as the Mets win, they can more or less do as they please and we’ll perform the necessary mental gymnastics to declare it good. But that said, would it kill them to play a non-insane game one of these nights?

After a day and a night of high-scoring moral victories that we had to […]

Quality Stops

The 25-minute sogginess delay at the outset. The third starting catcher in three starts. The unfamiliar opponent from the uninvited league. The ballpark and broadcast advertisements for a namesake casino that misidentifies his number. The odds that it had to happen eventually. The species of which every […]

Baseball Like It Thoughta Be

Remember that weekend the Mets were vying for a Wild Card and the Minnesota Twins came into Citi Field with the worst record in baseball and you thought, “oh great, another one of those traps when the Mets inevitably play down to their competition,” and, sure enough, the Mets couldn’t score more than three runs […]

Doubling Down

I’ll accept the title of Fan Who Had Nothing to Do With the Outcome But Can Be Forgiven for Thinking He Did: a couple of seconds before the turning point of Saturday night’s marathon against the Twins, I looked up at the scoreboard and told my friend that “if this keeps up we’ll somehow be the […]

More Accurate Than Blasphemous

And God said, Let the frozen waters from the heaven be melted unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so.

And God called the dry land Target Field; and the grouping together of the opponents he called Twins: and God saw that they weren’t so good.

And God said, Let Harvey bring […]

A Run for Each Degree

OK, not quite … but it sure felt that way.

I would love to get an up-close look at Target Field, which I’ve seen praised as a wonderful park and the anti-Citi for its generous portions of Twinsiana. And one day I will. But tonight I was happy to be 1,200 miles away huddled on a […]