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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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The Soundtrack of Your Life

Perhaps with more indisputable zeniths, I wouldn’t be so quick to recall the transitory peaks of life as a New York Mets fan. Whether it’s a 9-6 record in 1978 or 42-42 in 1980 or 53-38 in 1991 or 59-37 in 1984, those instances when the Mets got as good as they were going to […]

All's Wright With the World

How many duck-and-cover games have the Mets played in Soilmaster Stadium, anyway? And how many of those ended with some fleet, scrappity Marlin hitting a ball just past the first baseman’s glove, or just through the drawn-in infield, or just hugging the third-base line, or just catastrophic enough in some unanticipated way to spell doom […]

The Happiest Recap: 094-096

Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season that includes the “best” 94th game in any Mets season, the “best” 95th game in any Mets season, […]

And So We Came to the End

Nevertheless, we will tire of Carlos Beltran. Let me be the first to welcome him to Flushing and show him the door. Not for at least five years, I hope, but it’ll happen. He or his swing will slow down. The strange breezes and thunderous flight path to LaGuardia will get to him. He won’t […]

Angel Pagan's Proper Goodbye

I like hellos. I appreciate goodbyes. Those are the two interpersonal ceremonies I stand on.

Hellos aren’t hard to come by. You’re seeing somebody as planned, you say hello. You’re seeing somebody for the first time in a long time, you say hello. You’re meeting somebody for the first time ever, you say hello. Granted, you […]

Last Train to Beltran

I haven’t enjoyed too many Citi Field nights more than I enjoyed Tuesday’s. You know you’re on the literal right track to a fine evening when your LIRR conductor announces that “for tonight only,” you won’t have to change at Jamaica for Woodside. All the dominoes fell favorably from there.

Stay on for Woodside and you…

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The Happiest Recap: 091-093

Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season that includes the “best” 91st game in any Mets season, the “best” 92nd game in any Mets season, […]

Only a Day Away

The Mets were horrible again. Stripped of a flu-ridden Carlos Beltran in addition to everybody else, they made Clay Hensley look like a shoo-in for Cooperstown, mustering one cosmetic run in falling to the just-passing-through Marlins.

Though, in fairness, they got an assist from Angel Hernandez, everybody’s favorite umpire. With two outs in the third, Chris […]

At Least He Leads the Team in Something

“I’m more frustrated than anybody.”
—Jason Bay, July 17, 2011

I swear this is getting to be like George Fostermania: not George Foster, but an incredible simulation.

Except left fielder Jason Bay seems to try real hard. And left fielder George Foster was — in the traditional definition of productive as we understood it via home runs and […]

Rolling in the Deep

I feel so bad for baseballs that are launched on a trajectory toward the top of the so-called Great Wall of Flushing. In most other ballparks, they’d be destined for their ultimate reward: some grateful fan’s loving mitts and a digit of immortality — anywhere between a 1 and a 4 — on the scoreboard. […]