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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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Good Times I Remember

Happy 1975 everybody! No, I’m not daft, but I realize with less than one day left in 2015, the opportunity to write a milestone remembrance of one of my favorite Met years is about to expire. I could write about 1975 in 2016, but that would be the 41st anniversary and even though 41 is […]

Aguilera 53 Prince 52

When they want a batter
Filled with terror
They call on me
Rick Aguilera
—“Get Metsmerized,” technically a song, 1986

Today is Rick Aguilera’s 53rd birthday, which means it’s my 52nd birthday. We are calendar brothers, born exactly one year apart to different families in different places, but connected by the Brotherhood of December 31. Rick — or Aggie, as […]

Oh, The Mel With It

When I turned 41
It seemed a very good year
To say I was “Seaver”

When I turned 45
It seemed a very good year
To’ve been a lifetime Believer

When I turned 47
It seemed a very good year
To be an upward glove-heaver

Today I turn 51
Is it a very good year?
Or a take-it-or-leaver?

51 they give coaches — none who’s fixed Ike
51 […]

This Is 50?

It appears they let anybody turn 50 years old today. Even me.

As Sid Fernandez, Benny Agbayani, Rick Trlicek and a handful of others who — Trlicek-style — avoided distinguishing it could confirm, 50’s a number, just like any other number. Yet when you reach a number that’s considered enough of a milestone to rate commemorative-patch […]

The 49th Parallels

With my incurring a 49th birthday today, I received a number of touching messages from Mets who can truly relate to being 49. Thought I’d share them with you.

“Let me be the FIRST to wish you happy birthday.”
—Don Aase

“I’ll see to it that your birthday’s perfect even if it falls to me to ensure that […]

On Outliving Gil Hodges

The phrase “48th birthday” carries a Metsian resonance that resounds beyond the usual suspects. Randy Tate, Randy Myers, Aaron Heilman (I suppose)…all valid identifiers for we who are tenured fans/MBTN bookmarkers, yet when I found myself earlier this week noticing the nearness of my 48th birthday, one name unattached to uniform No. 48 planted itself […]

The Age of Gl@v!ne

How appropriate for a person who sees almost everything through Mets-tinted lenses that on the final day of this decade I turn 47. When I see 47, of course, I see not so much a chronological measurement but a uniform number. And when I see that uniform number at the end of this decade, I […]

Don't Pitch to Kevin Young

Welcome to Flashback Friday: I Saw The Decade End, a milestone-anniversary salute to the New York Mets of 1969, 1979, 1989 and 1999. Each week, we immerse ourselves in or at least touch upon something that transpired within the Metsian realm 40, 30, 20 or 10 years ago. Amazin’ or not, here it comes.

1969 was […]

A Season at Shea

“I guess it looks as if you’re reorganizing your records. What is this though? Chronological?”

“No…”

“Not alphabetical…”

“Nope…”

“What?”

“Autobiographical.”

“No fucking way.”

—Dick, amazed by Rob, in High Fidelity

For my 46th birthday today, which coincides with the end of the final calendar year in which baseball was played at Shea Stadium, I am giving myself the gift of one more […]

Not Bad

Today was the day when, in Met terms, I joined the numerical ranks of Tug McGraw and Pedro Martinez and latter-day John Franco when he was at his most lovable. Today, after a lifetime of being no older than 44, I wear a 45 on my back.

I seem to recall a conversation between Lou Grant […]