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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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Showing Some Fight

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.

It was […]

The Strawberry Shadow

Watching TV through Met-colored glasses so you don’t have to…

In the 1979-80 season of The White Shadow, situated at a fictional ghetto high school in Los Angeles (and delved into on DVD over yet another baseball-starved weekend), members of the Carver basketball team said they were headed to “Crenshaw” to watch the cheerleaders practice, heh-heh. […]

That Was Then, This Is Now

Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.

Twenty years, 43 Fridays. This is one of them.

Yay! Darryl Strawberry is coming to Old Timers Night!

Unless he’s changed his mind again. If he has, would you be surprised?

Of all the things that have changed […]

I Can See Carlos Now

It has to mean something that up here in the grimopolis that is February in New York, a nasty afternoon shower has given way to a rainbow outside my office window. Not a metaphorical — or even a METaphorical — rainbow, but an actual Judy Garland-lovin’ arch o’ stripes in the eastern sky.

If pitchers and […]