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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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Get Well Nick Johnson

The Mets finally hit a lot while they pitched enough. That part Saturday was swell; the end of the world — nigh after a three-game losing streak by our division champs — has once again been postponed.

Mostly, I hope Nick Johnson of the Nationals is up on his feet soon and attempting to torment 14 […]

Sense of Entitlement Going Unserviced

Sure was nice of us to not clinch in front of Pedro Astacio.
Oh wait, we already clinched. We've clinched all there is to clinch. There is no pressing reason to win baseball games so, apparently, we have chosen not to.
Uh, not to be ungrateful in this new and exciting era of having that little “x” […]

Sense of Entitlement Going Unserviced

Sure was nice of us to not clinch in front of Pedro Astacio.

Oh wait, we already clinched. We've clinched all there is to clinch. There is no pressing reason to win baseball games so, apparently, we have chosen not to.

Uh, not to be ungrateful in this new and exciting era of having that little “x” […]

Headed For The Future

Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.
Twenty years. Forty-three Fridays. This is one of them.
In the days following the Mets' clinching of the 1986 National League East, much was made of the horrible shape the field was in and the horrible shape […]

Headed For The Future

Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.

Twenty years. Forty-three Fridays. This is one of them.

In the days following the Mets’ clinching of the 1986 National League East, much was made of the horrible shape the field was in and the horrible shape […]

Sorry Sweetie

Emily and I go out every Saturday night. Every so often, there's a Saturday night game. Every so often, we decide one of these Saturday night games is a must-see: It's Mets-Yankees, or it's a big game against the Braves, or it's an attempt at clinching. So we wind up in a bar or a […]

Sorry Sweetie

Emily and I go out every Saturday night. Every so often, there's a Saturday night game. Every so often, we decide one of these Saturday night games is a must-see: It's Mets-Yankees, or it's a big game against the Braves, or it's an attempt at clinching. So we wind up in a bar or a […]

Can't Clinch Every Night

I now understand there are two kinds of nights at Shea Stadium. There are nights when the Mets clinch their first National League Eastern Division championship in 18 years and there are all other nights.
Surprisingly, Wednesday was the latter. I was surprised because since shortly after 9:30 Monday night I've been riding and writing on […]

Can't Clinch Every Night

I now understand there are two kinds of nights at Shea Stadium. There are nights when the Mets clinch their first National League Eastern Division championship in 18 years and there are all other nights.

Surprisingly, Wednesday was the latter. I was surprised because since shortly after 9:30 Monday night I’ve been riding and writing on […]

My Head Held Hung

We could all use our own Ricky Ledee. We could all use a caddy to go in and play for us the day after we've had a big time the night before. We could all use a guy who might go 0-for-4 in our stead but nobody would notice and few would complain.
I wasn't technically […]