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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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Between Their Ears

In delivering our Detention Lecture for Yahoo! Sports, Greg and I noted some silver linings about the 2011 Mets, most notably that they had a number of players who made leaps in how you think of them, whether the jump was between “useful player” and “potential star” or “bench guy” and “bona fide regular.” Your […]

A Short Time Ago in a Stadium Not Far, Far Away...

… I was a stormtrooper for the New York Mets. For a night.

Some of you may know that the Mets aren’t my only dorky obsession. I’m also a lifelong Star Wars fan, and author of more than a dozen Star Wars books. So when the Mets announced they were hosting Star Wars Night — a […]

No Cheering in the Press Box

Note: I started writing this in the Citi Field press box during the seventh inning, promising myself that if the Mets staged an improbable comeback I would groan and hit delete in honor of suffering beat writers everywhere.

“No cheering in the press box” is one of the oldest rule of sportswriting, and it’s one that […]

Powerful Stuff

I’d forgotten how great home runs could be. Seriously. Saturday night was a perfect illustration of why they’re such superb creatures when they’re on your side. The Mets hit four home runs. Nothing showy — two guys hit one, one hit two; two came with nobody on, the other two with one on.

Four swings. Six […]

The Death of Maybes

Well, Emily and I had fun for eight innings.

It was a lovely night, we warmed up for the game with my wife’s first-ever visit to Donovan’s (I wouldn’t say it’s the best burger in New York City, but it’s very good — a bar burger executed perfectly), and during the mid innings I got to […]

Pretty Good Date

On Friday night the Mets looked like a team that had been up all night, which they were. Balls got muffed, the Angels took full advantage, and .500 retreated from view once again. It was predictable, perhaps even understandable, but dispiriting nonetheless.

On Saturday night things were different.

Emily and I were there, sitting in awesome seats […]

The Confounding Little Team That Sometimes Could

The Mets remain the confoundingest team in the world. Tonight they beat the Braves rather handily behind R.A. Dickey’s fluttering knucklers and Jose Reyes’s regular dose of high-octane awesomeness. They did so by scoring runs early and often against Tim Hudson — enough runs to withstand their own late-inning swoon, as Manny Acosta reminded us […]

Shouted Down

Isn’t it nice when the Mets behave as we prefer them to? Pelfrey slick instead of sick; Beltran boasting upper body strength and no discernible knee problems; Reyes on the fly; Rodriguez setting off anxiety attacks but giving up no runs. We can accept all that and we can enjoy the results.

The atmosphere surrounding a […]

Mets 1 Dodgers 0

Keith's Grill, moving out of the shadows.

I love when the Mets take our advice before we even offer it. In Amazin’ Avenue Annual 2011, Jason and I offered up a slew of ideas on how to best extended the Mets legacy at Citi Field. One of them, which we expanded upon recently, was […]

Welcome to Dickey Field

Goodbye to the road. Goodbye to Whatever It’s Called Stadium in The Middle of Nowhere, Fla. Goodbye to that LandPhil where fly balls grow jet-packs in flight. Goodbye, for now, to Roy Halladay who doesn’t seem to mind pitching in that silly little bandbox. Goodbye to early evidence that we can hold our own against […]