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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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Truth, Justice and the National League East

Faster than a speeding Rollins…more powerful than a Bobby Abreu…able to leap Citizens Bank Park in a single bound.

Look, up in the sky! Or down the Turnpike!

It’s a mascot!
It’s a cranial mishap!
No, it’s Mr. Met feeling positively SUPER these days.

And why shouldn’t he be? Bolstered by a four-game lead, a .677 winning percentage and the long […]

Breathe It In

Deep breath.

Coming next, nine games on the road: Philadelphia, Milwaukee, St. Louis.

Another deep breath.

After that, home: the Skanks, the Phils.

Fifteen games that won't make or break the season — we are 21-10, none of those opponents is looking forward to hosting or visiting us — but a real, extended test of what we are and […]

Time Flies, Timelessness Endures

Saw a dude at Shea yesterday sport a plain white t-shirt on whose front was drawn a clock. On the back, he or somebody assisting him scrawled LIMA TIME!

I wonder at what point in the afternoon he decided he’d ruined a perfectly good undergarment.

That Lima’s a pistol, all right. His right arm may never genuinely […]

Two Out of Three…

“I've been waiting to say this to you for a long time. … Deep down in my stomach, with every inch of me, I pure, straight hate you. … But goddamn it do I respect you.” — Wes Mantooth.

In other words: Nice game, Smoltz.

If the Braves lost today, they would have been 10 out. […]

Craziness

We may come back for the sweep (after the last couple of days I won't put anything past this team) or we may wind up dropping the finale, but one thing's for sure: We'll still be talking about that top of the second.

Even before the zaniness began, we'd seen one of the rarest plays in […]

You Don't Know What To Think

It was the elbow, all right.

His teammates knew, his manager didn't. Once again, when you want to feel empathy for Victor Zambrano — and he deserves it, based on Michael Morrissey's account in the Post — you're at a loss. You credit him with sucking it up and pitching better than he ever has as […]

Brooms Are So Last Week (Bring A Shovel)

I take my 0-2 record to Shea Sunday afternoon for the finale versus the Braves. I know better than to scream SWEEP or go CHOP but I gotta tell ya: I know a little less better all the time.

The Braves is dead? Oh, let’s not get ahead of ourselves even if we’re nine ahead of […]

Never Can Say Goodbye to America

Willie Mays is 75 years old today. A diamond birthday for the king of the diamond. Perfect.

Willie Mays isn’t an old man, however. He’s Willie Mays. He was still young when he was at the end of the trail when we got him. How could he be old now?

What’s that? Fell down in centerfield, hit […]

Four Hours Forty-Seven Minutes I'll Never Give Back

Oh, Doctor! A 98-yard triple-reverse ties the score at 63-63! We have seen nothing but razzle-dazzle here today, three visits from Morganna the Kissing Bandit and the surprising return of Jim Brown!

Yeah, it was something like that.

To be fair, I didn't find myself asking myself, “Could this be the best day of my life?” Not […]

Long Night's Journey (Almost) Into Day

I wouldn't call that one a classic — too much bit-spitting in situations where the thing should have ended earlier — but it sure was fun. About the only thing it was missing was one or both managers picking their least-worst-hitting starting pitchers to pinch-hit. (Glavine and Smoltz?) Along the way…well, I'm not quite sure […]