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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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Trachsel 0 Maine 0

If there really is a derby underway between Steve Trachsel and John Maine for the fourth starter's role in the playoffs, let's just say Dave Williams is well out in front.

Trachsel was his really old self four nights ago, inept and unlucky. Maine was his moderately old self versus L.A., the kid called up earlier […]

The Edge Of Heaven

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.

I’m lazing about the upper deck. Left field. Far left, far up. Many have called it a day, so there is room to stretch out. The […]

7 For 7

And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there’s no obligations now
Maybe I’ve a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
—Queens’ own Paul Simon

Jose Reyes bounces on his belly across home plate with no throw on him, calls himself safe and he’s fine.

Jose Reyes allows a pop fly to bounce off […]

Junior Achievers

You know what? There's something perfectly apt about the Marlins and Phillies having gone into tonight tied for second, making a hash of magic-number calculations for the moment. Because, really, who cares which team is 16.5 or 165 or 16,500 games behind us in second place? It's easier to just count down our own wins, […]

8 For 8

Every few hours, I like to check and see if our magic number has decreased…

…it has.

All day it’s been like this. We keep reducing our number every 3 hours and we have 8 left, therefore, at this rate, we’ll clinch by this time tomorrow.

Not really.

An alert to our affiliates along the Faith and Fear network: […]

Rain, Rain Went Away…

What a difference a day makes.

The weather forecast for LBI today: rain. But around mid-morning, Emily and I realized there were shadows outside. The sun was out. And a couple of hours after that, the Mets started playing baseball. A whole lotta baseball.

Yes, a rainout is a gloomy thing, perfectly designed to make children (and […]

9 For 9

So, what did you do today?

Oh, beat the Braves twice. Pretty much buried their fading Wild Card hopes. Stuck two tomahawks in their figurative head.

Anything else?

Lowered our magic number a couple of times. It’s 9 now. Got another huge game out of Shawn Green. Saw Beltran come back and look fine.

That it?

Pretty much…oh yeah, Oliver […]

10 For 10

Nothing like eating the Braves’ lunch for lunch. Dave Williams continues to make a compelling case for the postseason (I hope somebody’s paying attention). Carlos D went L Ong. Shawn Green stopped pressing and started hitting. Guillermo Mota has always been a great Met.

But most of all, winning the opener of the doubleheader means the […]

A Connecticut Blogger in Grand Central's Food Court

“Game's called.”

“No game.”

“Rainout.”

“They're not playing.”

“It's called.”

Mets fans are the most helpful people there are when they see you walking in the direction of their stadium and they're walking the other way soaked. It was just before 7 o'clock that I stepped off the 7 (and around various tennis detours…what a waste of good stickball balls) […]

Rainy Day Whining #12 + #35

Rain at the beach is depressing.

Rain at the beach, followed by a rainout of the night's baseball game, is slightly more depressing.

Being depressed by a rainout in a city just two hours away when you've been watching it rain all day? I have no excuse.

I mean, really. I knew the Phillies were rained out. I'd […]