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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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Lesson Plan Unlearned

Time's up. Pencils down. Please pass your papers forward.

Let me look these over…hmmm…no…no…NO.

Class, the Regents is coming up next week and this practice test indicates to me that none of you are ready. I'm not going to embarrass anybody by name, but for the good of everybody, I'm going to read aloud some excerpts from […]

Hush. Shhhh. Don't Say Nothin'.

The Mets beat the Phillies silly! Survived a rain delay before things were official, the short porch and the Satanic ministrations of Angel Hernandez! Thrived under those conditions, even!

Hush.

The final West Coast swing of the year, a harsh road trip with a jaunt to Philly as a chaser, ends tomorrow and the worst we can […]

Up The Tracks

Glad you liked what you saw in every sense of the word. I had to miss the ninth last night while on a train, too. But I was coming at it from another direction. From the north. From the past.

It was New York Giants Fan Club Night in Riverdale, my once-a-year day of paying live […]

I Want One of Those

All those Met fans you see at Citizens Bank Park? They're either staying with friends in Philly, or they're crazy. Man am I tired.

The inaugural visit by me and Emily to CBP couldn't have gone more swimmingly, however: quick trip down on the Amtrak, cab ride with our friends Jerome and Val (though the cabbie […]

It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

Stroll down the block to a newsstand near you and things look pretty good today. Back page of Newsday says we're Best In The Show, judged No. 1 in all of MLB. The Daily News, which can't quite shake its pinstriped myopia, has figured out that At long last, Mets are KINGS OF N.Y. …and […]

The First Time The World Ended

Baseball was screwed. Summer was screwed. We were screwed.

It was 25 years ago today that the world as we knew and cherished it stopped spinning. It was the first day of the Baseball Strike of 1981.

They killed the game. It would never be the same. Yet here we are, a quarter-century later, happily rolling along, […]

Broom With a View

If the Mets wanna do a three outta four this weekend, nobody here would argue the point…One at a time and all that, but would a series sweep be too much to ask for? You know, just for the heck of it.

—This correspondent, almost four days ago

Ask and ye shall receive.

The wonderful world of linking […]

Kaz and Effect

Not to spread out the debate about Kaz and his departure over yet another post, but I keep thinking about this one. Why was Kaz Matsui's tenure in the orange and blue such a debacle? Why was he such a lightning rod for the fans? And should anyone get the blame?

What happened to Kaz? Was […]

Natural Chemistry

Didja notice the advertising sign behind home plate in the top of the first? It advertised swimming pool enzymes, something, judging by what they build over their right field walls, that they apparently use a lot of in Arizona. The brand name?

Natural Chemistry. On the off chance Jason Grimsley was watching his most recent former […]

We Didn't Deserve Each Other

Kaz Matsui shouldn't have been a New York Met. It was wrong for him, it was wrong for us.

This was not Reggie Jackson and George Steinbrenner, one of whom was a liar and the other was convicted, thus they deserved each other — as an overwrought, overbuzzed Billy Martin so memorably and accurately framed it. […]