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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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The Second Circle: Hell Is a Bad Reputation

(Before we proceed into the second circle of Met Hell, a word about a special brand of offseason Hell for baseball fans: evaluating a trade without getting to see the principals play ball. My 30-second take on Mike Cameron for Xavier Nady is that it's impossible to size up offseason trades and signings one by […]

Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here

Welcome to Met Hell, which you'll find owes a certain something to depictions of the real thing. Now, here's the good news: Compared to that real thing, the Hell that holds a lot more than baseball players, Met Hell isn't really that bad a place. Oh sure, as we descend you'll find some malcontents and […]

I Love The Mets — It's Mets I Can't Stand

At any given moment, the Mets roster is 12-20% occupied by guys I can't stand and guys I don't want. I don't know if I hate them though.

As much fun as some make it, I don't want to hate on the Mets. They're the Mets. I live through them. To hate a Met is to […]

Negative Creeps

The old baseball joke about rooting for laundry means that donning the orange and blue (in its various migrating shades, to say nothing of white and black) absolves players of their former misdeeds against us. Hit Piazza in the wrist at Fenway and get in a war of words with him? We love Pedro now. […]

Below the Waterline

As fans, we become familiar with the pattern of a baseball career: make the radar as a prospect, get too much/too little seasoning in AAA, try to stick on the big-league roster, stick on that roster, play until bad luck, injury or age say otherwise, get a farewell that can take any number of forms […]

Gary to Snigh? (Sigh)

My radio antenna is at half-mast today. If it results in static, so what? It’s not like there’s anything to listen to.

Gary Cohen is leaving the WFAN booth. There go 162 reasons to keep living.

That SportsNet New York has tabbed him the television voice of the Mets merely cushions the blow — assuming Cablevision actually […]

These Are Your Final Answers

It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart.

It is the Mets Final Exam. It asks you on Halloween to see through the secret identities of 44 Mets who played their final game for the Mets in one of the 44 different seasons the Mets have played, one player per each Mets season. […]

Be A Hero

The answers are flooding in. They're coming by comment, by e-mail, by posting in other venues. Many of them are correct. The help is helping. But there are a few runners being left stranded in scoring position on called third strikes.

While we await the Tuesday posting of final answers to the Mets Final Exam, I […]

A New Question No. 10

My teaching license is about to be revoked because I can't construct a test true to its mission.

Each question on the Mets Final Exam is supposed to correspond to one year and one year only in Mets history. HOWEVER, in my desire to offer answers that would be fun and enlightening, I didn't realize that […]

Extra Help

Geometry was never my strong suit. “Never” is an understatement. My only hope for not failing it in ninth grade and not having to repeat it in tenth was the New York State Regents exam, my Get Out of Jail card. Pass the Regents and pass the class.

I never could've done it without extra help. […]