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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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When We're '64

If it really is 1964 all over again — Texan in the White House, a single artist dominating the pop charts, Mets getting their suck on early — I have one question:Where's our new stadium?Oh, it ain't 1964. Dubya's no LBJ. 50 Cent's no Beatles. And Carlos Beltran could buy, sell and outhit the third-year […]

That Old Feeling

OK, I'm no longer so philosophical. In fact, I'm in the Valley of the

Shadow of Something Not Good. Like I'm imagining the proto-bloggers of

1988 Baltimore gathered around crabs and beer, grousing that their damn

team is 0-3 and wondering when it's going to end. Where does the AP get off invoking Jack Fisher and George Altman […]

Subpar — And No Hero Thus Far

“Wow, this is a really good sandwich. Who wants to ask me about it?”Willie, what's the deal with the double-switch?

“The Double-Switch Deal? You mean how when you come in to your local Subway and you get twice the meat and twice the cheese at half the price? Yeah, what a deal!”No Willie, we're talking about […]

Yeah, But We Got Juan LeBron For Him

Forgive me for summing this one up before it's official. Fear 1, Faith 0.

All hail the unanticipated kingdom of Joe Randa — at least Howie's not

around to point out once again that he was a paper Met. And hey, we got

Juan LeBron for him. Did Juan LeBron even reach Binghamton? *

So many embarrassments tonight. There […]

Read No Evil

With 161 games remaining, our once-beaten closer has two choices:* Getting bogged down in his mistake* Climbing back on his proverbial bikeYes, it's BONER OR PEDAL for BRADEN LOOPER.

(That's all of them, I promise.)I'll bet there were some equally stupid things written about the Opener. I'll have to bet because I refused to read any […]

Closing Time

Man, it sure sucks that we lost the seventh game of the 2005 World Series yesterday afternoon.

What's that? We didn't? Are you sure? You'll have to forgive me then, because that's the impression I got from this morning's papers.

Here's Filip Bondy: “Sandman! Cue Sandman! Sorry, no Sandman. Very clearly, this was no longer the […]

Ba! Pen Drooler

When ninth-inning do-or-die situations arise this season, I hope

Braden Looper is up for them. He was the most dependable Met all of

last year and yet I still don’t quite trust him — maybe he was waiting

for this year to start blowing games in earnest because he knew doing

so last year would be a waste of […]

Reds 7, Mets 6 (0-1)

OK, I’m better now. Y’know, for seven innings that was a helluva game.

Unless they add Tar ‘N’ Feather a Dolan Night to the promotional schedule, Opening Day is the only date on the calendar in which you can lose — even if the loss isĀ of theĀ suckerpunch-and-sit-down-quick variety — and still think, “Man, I love baseball.” […]

Game 1

AUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

Happy New Year

Today is the day we become who we are in earnest.

Today is the day we are Mets fans in our natural habitat, the baseball season.

Today is the day that past stays past and future runs far off because, at long last, we have a present with which to concern ourselves.

Today is the day we continue […]