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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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You Should Never Blog Angry

Ah, fuck it. We'll get 'em tomorrow.

While I and probably you settle down, why don't we all enjoy a Mets Classic?

Flash Forwarded Friday

Aaron Heilman, it's been said, should go back to starting. His three innings of game-changing relief, however, suggest he should fill all roles on the staff. Now starting…Aaron Heilman. Now warming up…Aaron Heilman. Now entering the game…Aaron Heilman. Now lifting an entire team and all the momentum it could ask for upon his back…Aaron Heilman. […]

Divine Wright

I woke up this morning, did my sleepy scan of newspaper Web sites, and thought, “Oh yeah, Subway Series begins tonight.” I skipped quickly over the pointless tales of the tape, glanced at the every-year-it's-the-same feature in which the new guys don't get it and the veterans bemoan what a pain in the ass the […]

Caravan Of Love

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.

Should you be attending any of the Subway Series games this weekend, you may hear some ignoramii who don’t usually sit in the seats of our beautiful […]

Apologies to Mr. Gershwin

Lima Time, and the pitching is lousy

Bats are thumping, when his pitches are high

Brian's hurt, and Maine's finger is crooked

So yes, little Met fan,

It's time to cry….

Jackie Mason Said (I'm In Heaven When We Alphabetize)

Not to cast aspersions or overgeneralize, but you seem to watch a significant number of Mets games in bars. To me, a significant number would be one. I don't do much of anything in bars these days, let alone watch Mets games. Part of it is my relatively advanced age, part of it my lifestyle, […]

A Classic (For Them)

Well, damn.

I watched this one in the company of my friend Will, a diehard Cardinals fan whose inherent decency has been unsullied by his time in the Gotham irony mines, in a bar on 14th Street. (Last time we witnessed Mets/Cardinals, Will's Ankiel jersey and Cards rooting made him the target of peanut-throwers, which he […]

Bad Albert

Hope nobody's on when he hits one.

That, famously, was the scouting report for how to pitch to Hank Aaron, a.k.a. Bad Henry when the Mets were plotting a course past the terrifying Atlanta Braves in this newfangled thing called a League Championship Series. Now, a couple of generations later, we have Bad Albert — Jose […]

Bad Call

If all I did was watch SNY (and it’s close), I’d have no problem picking a Mets MVP for 2006.

Clearly, it’s Dave Magadan. Every time I turn this channel on, there he is going 3-for-4. He’s gotta be 21-for-28 by now. And the Mets are on the verge of clinching of the National League East […]

Trouble in River City

While the Mets have been taking a week or so off from their winning ways, Stephanie and I have been looking forward to our own vacation. Oddly enough, we had the same idea they did for when it comes time to take a break from working. We're gonna go to St. Louis.

We won't be there […]