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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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It Was No Bar Metsvah

Three thousand years of beautiful tradition from Moses to Sandy Koufax. You’re goddamn right I’m living in the fucking past!
—Walter Sobchak

Convergence is a funny thing. A note, a book, a bit of familial small talk and a glance at the calendar have converged at a place that has me dwelling on the fact that it […]

Why I'll Miss Anna…

It's not for the reason (make that word plural if you're feeling dirty-minded) you might think. But before we get to Anna, some other business.

My own overreaction will come if they trade Lastings Milledge for Barry Zito. I know prospects turn into suspects all the time, but I'd like to see us take a page […]

Overreaction in Order

I turned on WFAN this afternoon and learned that the Mets had traded Kris Benson to the Orioles for Jorge Julio and John Maine.

Then I turned off WFAN and switched to WTF?

What the fudge is Omar doing now? Why are we trading a reasonably reliable mid-rotation starter for a reliever who reportedly gets worse every […]

New Shea More Like Old Ebbets

One minute you're imagining what your new home will look like, the next minute somebody tells you.

Bloomberg.com baseball writer Danielle Sessa broke details Friday afternoon of just how inspired by Ebbets Field the Mets' new ballpark will be. (If this link doesn't take you there, there is a summary of the salient points at Gotham […]

Mad About You

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.

I’d love to tell you how I balanced the thus far once-in-a-lifetime sensation of following the 1986 Mets with carrying out my happening social life of […]

Walk in the Park

So today Reuters reported that the Empire State Development Corporation has given preliminary approval for two new stadiums in town — ours, and one to be occupied by some random American League team. (Tip of the cap to Metsblog, where I saw it.) Our park's supposed to start rising in the spring and open for […]

No Healy? Oh Really?

Who's gonna buck me up this summer? Who's gonna remind me that when things look bad that they really look good? Who's gonna tell me to forget everything I know and instead remember everything I don't?

Who's gonna boost my cahn-fidence?

It's been said that one of the profound effects of losing a parent is that you […]

Le Bel Age (The Best Year)

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.

Let’s kick off the proceedings with one very simple question: Was 1986 the best year ever?

That’s not a snarky VH-1 formulation. It is a sincere inquiry. Was […]

Kooz For Cooperstown

We should have been able to set our watches or at least our calendars by Dwight Gooden's retirement. The first post-BCS Tuesday in the first January that followed his first five years of not pitching was supposed to be a day of celebration and validation in Metsopotamia. No matter what historical Hall of Fame judgment […]

Songs of Shea

Walked home over the Brooklyn Bridge tonight, marveling that it was 58 degrees out, and had the inevitable thought.

Y'know, I've sat through three-hour games in far worse weather than this. Why the heck isn't there a game on? Slackers.

When there is (not too long from now), how about some musical changes at the old ball […]