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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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Forgotten Men

Lucas Duda spent the spring trudging around left field until an intercostal strain and a dose of reality dictated that he stop. He then spent the summer in Las Vegas. When he returned, he went from left field to left out, with first base occupied by fellow reclamation project Ike Davis.

Then Ike strained something (the […]

Sunday the Rabbi Showed Grace

On Saturday, August 10, Zack Wheeler and the Mets beat the Diamondbacks, 4-1, while Phil Hughes and the Yankees lost to the Tigers, 9-3. I enjoyed both games immensely. The Mets had taken over third place in the N.L. East and sat only two games behind Washington for second. The Yankees were stuck down in […]

Surprises

Surprise! Aaron Harang was … not that bad.

He wasn’t great, but he pitched capably enough — a team with an iota of offense might have had a chance out there, which unfortunately doesn’t describe the current Mets. A couple of weeks ago, our young players might have frowned at hearing that baseball conventional wisdom is […]

From Win and Lose and Still Somehow

There they go, off to a farm upstate, and I don’t mean Binghamton. Your 2013 New York Mets are no longer mathematically alive for postseason consideration. Spiritually they never showed much of a pulse, either, give or take a delusion or two that sprouted amidst the heat of late July. This season still somehow has […]

Another Strange Night, Another Strange Season

Matt den Dekker is a plus center fielder for a team that suddenly has a surplus of them, has some pop, and looks like he’s got an idea about how to approach an at-bat.

Travis d’Arnaud, despite being written off by people unfamiliar with the concept of “small sample size,” has a good arm and an […]

66 Ways to Leave Your Flagship

The Mets aired their games on WMCA, 570 on your AM dial, for five seasons. They weren’t much good then, and the sound quality might have left something to be desired, but they and we survived. From 1967 through 1971, the Mets called WJRZ-AM home. As the call letters imply, ’JRZ was a Jersey-based station, […]

One is the Metsiest Number

The Mets collected one hit. The Nationals hit five home runs. You do the math. Don’t let the Mets do the math. They welcomed perhaps 3,000 of us to Citi Field, yet reported a paid attendance of 20,174. Those are tickets sold. Some 17,000 humans purchased or had purchased on their behalf a ticket for […]

Joaquin Andujar's Favorite Word

Joaquin Andujar, a quotable pitcher from a bygone era, famously remarked that his favorite word in English was “you never know.” Which is a good way to break down Sunday’s Mets-Indians finale:

* Daisuke Matsuzaka was good. No really, he was. Though as Scott Kazmir showed, that’s what happens when you’re facing a club that let […]

A September for Distemper

Well.

Your New York Mets, losers of five of six, will send Daisuke Matsuzaka to the hill on Sunday in an effort to prevent the Indians from sweeping, a tactic that summons up visions of the Maginot Line. Anything’s possible — Dice-K may author the Mets’ second no-hitter for all we know — but the Mets’ […]

Kazmir? Oy Vey Iz Mir!

The first day of Rosh Hashanah includes a sweet little ritual that involves the symbolic casting off of sins from the previous year. In a tradition known as Tashlich, you stroll to the nearest ocean, river or what have you; you recite a prayer; and you toss a few bread crumbs therein. You have, in […]