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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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Bruced Feelings

Thirty-thousand of us were dying to be hypocrites Tuesday night. We wanted to pull one of those dazzling Asdrubal Cabrera spinoramas in our souls, execute a spectacular turn of sentiment and roar for the stranger at whom we’d been directing our derision loudly or slyly every time we saw him. Some of us preached and […]

A Little Impatience Now & Then is a Good Thing

You must have heard
The cautionary tales
The dangers hidden
On the cul-de-sac trails
From wiser folk
Who have been
Through it all
And the faded names
Sprayed up on the wall

Ninth inning. Travis d’Arnaud has homered off Rafael Soriano to cut the Nationals’ lead to 3-2. Matt den Dekker has singled. After an ill-advised as well as poorly executed bunt attempt by […]

Pelfrey Can Stay Five More Days

I’ve traded Mike Pelfrey in my mind after every previous start in 2011. Not sure what we’ve gotten for him, but I’ve fantasized that some scout somewhere recommended acquiring Pelf to his employer. “I know he totally sucks, but there’s something there.” As Pelf became marginally less awful against Colorado and Atlanta — not escaping […]

There's Something Happening Here...

And like the song said, what it is ain’t exactly clear. But whatever it is, I know I don’t like it.

I’m not referring to the Mets stumbling around the field, approaching at-bats like puppies lunging for a chew toy, and otherwise making the Astros look like world-beaters in every way possible. Though I didn’t like […]