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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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A Special One

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

July 21, 2004 was a hot and sticky day in New York, with the temperature in the high 80s and a night that didn’t promise to be much more comfortable. The Mets were bumping […]

A Trade Beyond Belief

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

Keep on searching now
Got to look up
Don’t look down
Keep the faith
—Little Richard

As baseball’s Winter Meetings approached in 1974, the Mets’ new general manager, Joe McDonald, drew some attention when he told […]

My Seminal Seaver Summer of ’71

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

For me, baseball provides constant challenge, a new mental and physical test every game.
For me, baseball also provides tremendous satisfaction, a realization that all the work and dedication and concentration I’ve […]

The Great White Whale of Arizona

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

Hark ye yet again—the little lower layer. All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event—in the living act, the undoubted deed—there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts forth […]

My Swoboda

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

“People like to see human error when it’s honest. When people see you swing and miss, they start to root for you.”
— Paul Westerberg

I became a Mets fan in 1976, when the team had […]

7 Days

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

One must wait until the evening
To see how splendid the day has been
—Sophocles

In the film Defending Your Life, Albert Brooks stars as Daniel Miller, a Californian who dies in a car […]

The Sure Thing (One of Them)

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

I got the horse right here
The name is Paul Revere
And here’s a guy that says
If the weather’s clear
Can do
Can do
This guy says the horse can do
—“Fugue for Tinhorns,” Guys and Dolls

Psst…over […]

The Kid Is Still in the Picture

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

One day in the spring of 1987, I chatted on the phone with my mom.

This wasn’t noteworthy — I was a senior in boarding school, and in the era before cellphones we’d take turns […]

A Complicated Man

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

The 1986 Mets laid waste to the National League, closed bars, got arrested, wrecked planes, raised a prodigious amount of hell and opponents’ ire, got into fights, won most of those fights, defeated the […]

Right There

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

On the telephone, Andy Pafko said that it would be nice to get together, but that he didn’t belong in a book about the team. “I wasn’t in Brooklyn long enough,” […]