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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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Rookie Hazing Continued

Never mind the wacky getups they were mandated to wear on Sunday. The Red Sox order and the Fenway sky presented the real rites of rookie passage into the big league fraternity Tuesday night. Alay Soler and Lastings Milledge came out of that game shaking like paddled freshmen. Of course, few of the Mets played […]

Was This Trip Really Necessary?

The game, well, it was a mess: From the first batter Alay Soler faced, it was a question not of if but of when: When would the Red Sox have seen enough of Soler to zero in on those high fastballs and 12-to-somewhere-north-of-6 curves and start hammering them? (The answer, as it so often is, […]

The Last Best Hope of the National League

There is nothing in the constitution or playing rules of the National League which requires its victorious club to submit its championship honors to a contest with a victorious club in a minor league.

—New York Giants owner John T. Brush, declining to play the Boston Americans after the regular season, 1904

Last week and this one […]

Trading Places? Not With Us You're Not

I made Louis a bet here. Louis bet me that we couldn't get rich and put you in the poorhouse. He didn't think we could do it. I won.

—Billy Ray Valentine

Just watched David Ortiz single home the winning run in the twelfth to beat the Phillies. So let's see what that means:

• The Phillies fall […]

Farewell to a Met

The back of Baseball America may as well be the bulletin board for the baseball family. Here are the records of the signings, of the trades, of the releases and the placements on the voluntary retired list. Names you may know one day, making their first appearance in agate type. Names you half-remember, drifting by […]

What The Hell Does George Will Know?

It was more than 700 Sundays ago that I found myself in my father's house on the morning his oil burner busted. As we waited and shivered in anticipation of a local heating technician who would deign to show up on the Sabbath, we wordlessly stared at whatever was on television in his kitchen. On […]

Canada. Oh.

Every year about this time it happens to me: Baseball fever.

I don't need to imply I'm exactly immune the rest of the year — co-writing this little blog ought to be evidence enough of that, not to mention The Holy Books and the spending 15 or 16 of my 17 waking hours wondering and worrying […]

David Terrific

If we all agree on the not-such-a-stretch principle that David Wright is the best regular player ever produced by the Mets…make that if we all agree on the not-such-a-stretch principle that no regular player produced by the Mets has ever come as far as fast as David Wright has, then I won’t feel I’m rushing […]

Life In A Northern Town

Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.

Twenty years, 43 Fridays. This is one of them.

Interleague play in 1986 was limited to eight games and they involved the same two teams. It was Mets 5 Red Sox 3. Seven of those […]

Get On The Bus

On the morning of July 11, 1973, I boarded a bus bound for Shea Stadium. It was my first Mets game. It was also the last time I rode such a vehicle to a Mets game…until June 22, 2006.

Sometimes it's good to retrace your steps.

Helluva day to take a bus to Shea. Helluva day to […]