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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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Waiter! I Did Not Order This Big Bowl of Suck!

So Taguchi? Ya gotta be kidding me, Billy!

Like every other wearer of blue and orange, I was huddled in worry about Big Bad Albert, who’d shown signs of getting his pilot light relit in his seventh-inning battle against Mota. Worried about Albert. Worried about Billy Wagner pitching in a non-save situation. Worried about So Taguchi? […]

Let's Go All The Way

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.
Over these past 40 (as in American Top 40) Fridays, including this one, nobody has mentioned it to me. I can only assume it's so obvious that it […]

Let's Go All The Way

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.

Over these past 40 (as in American Top 40) Fridays, including this one, nobody has mentioned it to me. I can only assume it’s so obvious […]

First Blood

The email came at mid-afternoon: Two tickets for tonight, did I want them?
I nearly broke several fingers replying in the hell-yes affirmative, then fired off a note to Greg. (You never know, he might have been busy tonight or something.) And so it was off to the ballpark for Faith and Fear — a rambling […]

First Blood

The email came at mid-afternoon: Two tickets for tonight, did I want them?

I nearly broke several fingers replying in the hell-yes affirmative, then fired off a note to Greg. (You never know, he might have been busy tonight or something.) And so it was off to the ballpark for Faith and Fear — a rambling […]

Queens: An October Kind of Place

Pitching. Defense. Two-run homer.
Mets baseball.
Learn it. Know it. Live it.
It's one game. One game does not make a series. But better to win one game than lose one game.
We won. The Cardinals lost. A perfect equation.
And at Shea, all was good. We waited six years to rereach the NLCS and five days to get it […]

Queens: An October Kind of Place

Pitching. Defense. Two-run homer.

Mets baseball.

Learn it. Know it. Live it.

It’s one game. One game does not make a series. But better to win one game than lose one game.

We won. The Cardinals lost. A perfect equation.

And at Shea, all was good. We waited six years to rereach the NLCS and five days to get it […]

Well Rested

The Mets are in the NLCS!
Really they are.
I know I heard it somewhere.
I think I did.
It does feel like a month of Mondays since we last played, when in fact it's been only five days. It's way long, but it's not unprecedented. This matches the interval between the day we clinched the division in 1973 […]

Well Rested

The Mets are in the NLCS!

Really they are.

I know I heard it somewhere.

I think I did.

It does feel like a month of Mondays since we last played, when in fact it’s been only five days. It’s way long, but it’s not unprecedented. This matches the interval between the day we clinched the division in 1973 […]

Great Pitching, Man

On Monday night, June 30, 1997, after having finagled a business trip so I wouldn't have to pay for too much of the privilege, Stephanie and I were in Detroit. Tiger Stadium. For someone whose long-term goal was to see every ballpark, this was a medium-sized dream come true. Tiger Stadium was beautiful. Maybe because […]