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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 Have Six Months to Bone Up

Ya gotta hand it to the Mets. They invested wisely and now they’re taking one for the team, so to speak.

I don’t remember anymore how much they’re paying Johan Santana. It is so not important. Contracts and salaries are the stuff of winter, and winter, whatever stubborn grimness continues to transpire outside our windows, ended […]

Once Again the Routine Miracles

It’s been an odd six weeks for this Met fan — derailed by tons of work, disenchanted with Port St. Lucie’s injuries and age, and disinclined to a level I hadn’t expected to forgive those caught up in the Mets’ September disaster. Relations between me and my favorite team had become somewhat chilly, and I […]

50 More Things Mets Fans Should Know & Do

1. Wish someone who will immediately get it a happy new year today.

2. Wish someone who has no idea what you're talking about a happy new year today.

3. Develop amnesia — what 2007?

4. If you still remember 2007, take a shower. Or a pill. Or a good, long look at Johan Santana.

5. Expect No. 1 […]

Knowing Nothing In Advance

Just over a month ago I speculated on composition of the Opening Day roster of the New York Mets. I was 80% right.

Do I know my team or what?

Apparently not so much. Even allowing in advance for the possibility of injury, I actually penciled in for March 31 the names Moises Alou, Ramon Castro and […]

The Shea Countdown: 52-47

52: Tuesday, June 10 vs Diamondbacks

It is the dream, ladies and gentlemen, of every kid who has ever tossed a ball or swung a bat to put on a big-league uniform. Tonight we honor two boys who grew up to do just that…even if they never got to toss a ball or swing a bat […]

The Shea Countdown: 59-53

59: Monday, May 26 vs Marlins

Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to our Shea Stadium Final Season countdown. If, by chance, this is your first game at Shea this season, a quick reminder: At every home game this year, we are pausing in the fifth inning for a brief ceremony in which we introduce one or […]

Getting Warmer

Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales From The Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 358 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.

3/31/98 Tu Philadelphia 9-6 Jones 10 59-61 W […]

The Shea Countdown: 66-60

66: Friday, May 9 vs Reds

Ladies and gentlemen, to remove number 66 from the right field wall, we call on a player intimately associated with tonight's opponent, someone who ordinarily would not be setting foot inside Shea Stadium without buying a ticket, but someone so intertwined with the history of this ballpark that it would […]

To Hell With the Cornfield

Art Howe was a fine man with the misfortune to be rather seriously miscast as manager of the New York Mets. But his finest act might have come on Oct. 3, 2004, in his final inning at the helm. (Which also happened to be the final inning in the history of the Montreal Expos, and […]

In Jose We Trust, In Jose We Must

To be estranged from your favorite Met is strange. I know. I've been sort of on the outs with mine since last September.

I still wear my three REYES 7 t-shirts; my overpriced Jose Reyes button is still affixed to my plush home run apple; no Met has been elevated above him in my esteem, official […]