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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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Wrap It Up

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.

Two of the many things I didn’t know much about in 1986 were blank VHS cassettes and domestic champagne. But I knew I needed both.

It was […]

1 For 1

Chuck James is so The Man.

With the help of 1 or 2 vital Braves (it’s the least they can do) taking advantage of a roster of decomposing Phillies — Randall Simon, Jeff Conine, Jose Hernandez, Jamie Moyer…is that Johnny Callison lingering by the bat rack? — the magic number is 1.

1.0020: Perspective. 1 quarter-century ago, […]

It's All in the Details

“Let's go Braves!”

Whoa. No, that feels weird. Oh man, are the TBS guys showing something about their trillion consecutive division titles? If I weren't running on the treadmill with headphones on I could hear them…. Oh, who needs to hear them? I'm sure it's something about how Bobby Cox's touch cures measles, scabies and cataracts, […]

2 For 2

Don’t send the Braves to do the Mets’ job.

They couldn’t win one lousy game from the Phillies to facilitate our clinching. But so what? Our continuous demoralization of the Fish — poor babies — is plenty for 2 nights. And watching Turner Field in September of 2006 resemble a very depressed Shea Stadium from September […]

What'd I Say?

Bellowed unironically a few minutes ago for the first time since the 1996 World Series:

GO BRAVES!

Atlanta's up 5-0 in the the 3rd in the opener of a doubleheader. Kyle Davies has homered.

Two wins for them and one for us tonight and magic gets a whole lot more magical.

Still don't like them, but who cares? They're […]

3 For 3

It had only been two lousy losses since the previous Mets win, but it felt fairly major that the Mets asserted themselves in Florida. For you pre-Mentos mint lovers, think of it as Asserts…with Metsin!

For the rest of you, consider a club that was pulling itself back to the pack in its actions if not […]

Survival and Extinction

You'd think an epochal game like that one would have felt more like a celebration. Instead, after six hours, 60-odd calls missed by Brian Onora and approximately 60,000 gallons of water falling from the Miami sky, it felt like survival.

But the end result is the same.

The Atlanta Braves are dead, their NL East reign of […]

Movin' On Up

“Mr. Randolph? Hi, I'm Rachel. NLE Properties.”

“Hello Rachel. Sorry I'm running late. I had to call a last-minute departmental meeting.”

“Is everything all right?”

“Oh, just had to shake up some complacent employees. Nothing to worry about.”

“Are you sure? Because I know we're so close to signing the papers…”

“Really, just a bump in the road. And to […]

Panic at the Dolphin

Breaks are good. It’s not a bad idea taking a break every now and then. I know how hard you all work…my point is this: Break’s over.

—President Bartlet

OK, so maybe Dave Williams isn't the answer. That was Uggla all around, but the starting pitching is where it begins and, against the Marlins, ended. Quickly.

Maine makes […]

What I'd Rather Remember

My father goes somewhere, he generally carries nothing. Whatever he needs is presumably in his pockets. I never noticed it until I realized how he’s the opposite of me. I take after my mother. I carry a bag.

Not a purse, not a man purse. A shoulder bag I guess you’d call it. An overnight bag […]