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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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DWI (The Good Kind)

No matter which team was your team today, you came back with a DWI — intoxicated by the performance of Dontrelle Willis or David Wright.

Yes, we finally beat the D-Train (8-1, 1.85, in case you missed it). Or, more properly, we no-decisioned him to irrelevance in the final accounting. Of course Dontrelle wasn't exactly starting […]

Inside The Condemned Man

Those who expressed sentimentality over Shea's impending demise won a trip to sit inside its condemned walls for an hour this afternoon until postponement rendered the visit moot. Second prize was to sit there all day and all night.

Alas, rain, wind, generally glacial conditions and uncommon sense knocked off my first game at Shea for […]

It Is Where You Start

By jumping ugly (or Uggla) on the Florida Marlins early, late and often Friday night, the Mets secured their third win in their first four games.

You probably have no idea how rare that is. But thanks to Retrosheet, you're about to.

It's pretty rare.

2006 is the first season since 1998 that has started with at least […]

Manic Monday

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.

Has there ever been a more eventful first week of a Mets season than 2006? The first week isn’t even over yet and we’ve already seen…

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A Farewell — and an Introduction

Before we get to tonight's game, a few more words about the never-to-be-called-that Mets Ballpark. I know you and I pretty much agree on Shea at this point — it's crumbling, rusty, spills strange substances on you, the escalators don't work, the plumbing backs up, the batter's eye breaks between innings, fuses blow and knock […]

Fred, Shea & The Inevitable Conversation

“Mr. Wilpon? You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, Shea. Come in. Have a seat.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Wilpon. Say, that was a tough break last night. Real tough game.”

“Well you know, Shea. Those things happen.”

“Yeah, but the kid pitched his heart out.”

“Sure did, Shea. Sure did.”

“Y’know, Mr. Wilpon, I was thinkin’.”

“Yes, Shea?”

“Well, the boys seem to have […]

Careful What You Wish For

I spent yesterday fuming that there was no baseball, and I was not to be comforted by sensible talk that these days teams build insurance for Opening Day into the schedule. Insurance, feh: After 180-odd off-days, it seemed cruel to the point of criminality to instantly hit us with another one. And then this morning […]

Woke Up This Morning

On at least one meaningful count, I am not 100% well for the baseball season because I have not fully recovered the rhythms of the night. Yankees and Braves each finished their West Coast games long after I conked out on the couch. There was the satisfaction of snapping on WINS early this morning and […]

For Openers

As I get older, one of the things I’ve tried to take to heart is that the baseball gods are fickle deities, and as their playthings we have selective memories.

If an ump blows a call against us or our luck turns inexplicably rotten and costs us a game, it’s a tragedy never to be forgotten, […]

No Plate Like Home

Life never begins on Opening Day for Royce Clayton. It just keeps repeating itself in ways he must not care for.

The play of the game in the Mets’ first game, the Mets’ first win of 2006, unfolded with Mets up by one: Ryan Zimmerman’s eighth-inning double down the left field line, Alfonso Soriano on first […]