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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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Strange Things Happen in West Kamchatka in the Night

Well, on the plus side Schoeneweis didn't allow a hit in the inning.

You knew this one would end strangely, and not just because the Mets were playing in West Kamchatka. Though that's often enough — I don't think I've ever watched a road game against the Padres and not felt like I was up in […]

Mets Stuff Worth Knowing About

Need a Father's Day, graduation day, birthday, whatever day item? Just want to enhance your sense of Metsian self? Several items have crossed our proverbial desk of late that are worth your knowing about, perhaps worthy of adding to your baseball library, your baseball wardrobe or your baseball life.

The Faith and Fear T-Shirt

OK, I'm cheating […]

San Francisco Days

I dressed all wrong for it, of course. The game that Stoneham and I had fixed upon was a midweek afternoon meeting between the Giants and the San Diego Padres in late June — a brilliant, sunshiny day at Candlestick Park, it turned out, and almost the perfect temperature for a curling match. I had […]

Take Me To Your Leader

The accepted folkways of the big league clubhouse escape me. Even having grown up watching a team whose acknowledged leader — the player whose mere presence was and is universally acknowledged to have transformed the attitude of all those around him — was a pitcher, I’ve been hearing all my life that a pitcher can’t […]

Ol' Blue Glove Is Back

[H]ere, coming through the same tunnel as so many champions have walked before, the great man, Frank Sinatra, who has the phrasing, who has the control, who understands the composers, who knows what losing means as so many have, who made the great comeback, who stands still, enduringly, on top of the entertainment world.
—Howard Cosell, […]

Three Emails Sum It Up

From: Jason Fry

To: Greg Prince

Date: Mon, Jun 2, 2008 at 10:44 PM

Subject: Re: Resting Easy With Randy Tate At Last *

you should tell retrosheet. seriously, they'd be thrilled.

meanwhile, tonight's game already really sucks.

From: Jason Fry

To: Greg Prince

Date: Mon, Jun 2, 2008 at 11:28 PM

Subject: Re: Resting Easy With Randy Tate At Last

we're gonna win this […]

The Shea Countdown: 5

5: Wednesday, September 24 vs. Cubs

If this week is about anything, ladies and gentlemen, it is about this: closure. We say goodbye to Shea Stadium and we aim to do it definitively. We wish to put a bow on a yearlong celebration and tie it tight. We don't want our home of 45 years to […]

Abolish Sunday Night Baseball

Bill Parcells (or maybe it's John Madden) likes to glorify football players who so come to play that you can toss the coin in the parking lot and they'll line up at midnight and knock the other guy on his ass. Wherever, whenever…they're ready.

I can dig that. I can dig the Mets winning wherever, whenever. […]

Storytelling

Hey, Mets! You've just put up a 5-2 homestand, playing the kind of baseball that makes even veteran fans and conspicuous doubters like us double-check that, yes, this was the same homestand that began with everyone wondering if Willie Randolph would emerge from his long-awaited meeting with the Wilpons and Omar still employed. So what's […]

Uncorked in the Mezzanine

The cork shot out of the right field mezzanine in the early evening Saturday, burst out of every section of Shea Stadium, exploded from the souls of Mets fans wherever they were watching or listening. Our bottle had been plugged up tight, but Fernando Tatis pushed from its upper neck the last vestiges of the […]