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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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Shea Goodbye from the Picnic Area

If you'd like to emulate a ball hit by Carlos Delgado and land over the fence at Shea Stadium, Matt Silverman's got your final chance. The co-author of Mets By The Numbers and author of 100 Things Mets Fans Should Know & Do Before They Die has organized a get-together of Mets fans in the […]

Fifty-One Weeks Later

As late afternoon became early evening Sunday, I was bucking myself up for the challenge ahead, both the Mets' and mine. Theirs is the one that matters, winning enough games without losing so that they return to the playoffs and try to win a world championship. Mine is simply to show up and try not […]

We Need to See This All Week

The one and only Home Run Apple approaches its last week of regular-season active duty. That danged piece of fruit better be overripe from Mets batters successfully bobbing for dingers by the time Sunday evening rolls around.

Hit Mets. Hit. Even when you’ve got a two-run lead, hit some more. When the Apple goes up, so […]

Or Maybe It's Us

It's that time of year when baseball moves to the head of the line, shoving aside personal commitments and anything job-related that isn't truly extraordinary. (I've got one of those next week, which is hard to do when you don't actually have a job.) Eight games to go, every one of them freighted with potentially […]

Pedro Light and Dark

The occasional Quadruple-A desperation callup notwithstanding, no Met starter is more difficult to watch than Pedro Martinez. That's less a reflection of his mediocre output in 2008 than it is how much emotion he elicits from me every time I see him.

His first innings have been killers. If Pelfrey or Ollie were having them, you'd […]

Fading Back Into Sight

You know when I had an inkling the Mets might be all right? When I saw a matter-of-fact reference in a wire-service story somewhere the other day to the “fading” New York Mets. It brought me back to the third week of the 1986 season when I saw the exact same descriptor used for a […]

Going Out on Top

Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales from the Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 395 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.

10/2/88 Su St. Louis 4-3 Darling 5 22-28 W […]

The Co-eds, the Cops, the Masked Killer, the Middle Relievers and Me

These days, it counts as a minor miracle when our bullpen only allows five baserunners in two innings, as happened tonight with Joe Smith, Scott Schoeneweis and Pedro Feliciano backing up Johan Santana, who maintained his dignity even when Kevin Burkhardt asked if he could watch once he came out of the game. (I would […]

Mets Best Watched on Codeine

To address my lingering virus that developed in the wake of the day-night doubleheader against Philly, I was prescribed some cough syrup Wednesday. Some very good cough syrup. It's got some very good stuff in it. It makes you quite drowsy which is the way to watch the Mets these nights.

I took it a little […]

Let's Try That Again, Shall We?

OK, so that didn't work. Never has a 1-0 game seemed so unclose. Never has a supposedly close game's ending with the wrong result felt so unsurprising. Nationals Park was, by my thoroughly unscientific estimate, about 30% to 35% Met fans. But we were a numb, hushed bunch from pillar to post, with only a […]