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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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Collins and Clockwork

Fate took Johan Santana away, and we wondered if the season would be lost. It hasn’t been.

Then Fate came for Ike Davis, and we feared the same. But the Mets kept plugging along.

Then David Wright heard the knock at the door. The Mets kept rolling.

Now Jose Reyes is detained by Bad Luck, we hope only […]

The Mets' To-Don't List

Things I Don’t Like to Think About

1. The Mets having to play the Yankees the third game of a Subway Series of which the Mets have already lost the first two-thirds at home.

2. The wait on MRI results for key Mets players who left their most recent game experiencing “tightness” in an essential segment of […]

Victory Is a Dish Best Served Soggy

As Mets fan, we know that all too often the jokes write themselves: On Tuesday the Mets canceled a game while the sun was shining, and sat around at home while the evening was more or less dry. Tonight the Mets played on and on, while the rain fell in sheets and the infield turned […]

Wright Out, Fright In

David Wright is one second opinion away from going on the Disabled List. MRI revals lower back stress fracture. Examination of Mets roster reveals no obvious alternatives for third base or the batting order. True, he was mostly sucking, but just as true, he’s David Wright.

Rest is allegedly what’s required to get this injury better. […]

I Blame Ninjas

The game the Mets just lost is the kind of game I’ve come to associate with the post-humidor Coors Field: a quiet succumbing, like getting hugged by a python that squeezes a tiny bit more each time you exhale, so that little by little everything goes black. The game starts too late, ends too late, […]

Bad Stuff Happens to Everybody

Depending on what you read, Johan Santana either remains on pace for a return in July or is actually already dead and the Mets are just covering it up.

Oliver Perez, meanwhile, continues to show unmistakable symptoms of being still around, a malady the Mets should probably cure.

Stillarounditis also continues to be exhibited by Luis Castillo, […]

Kid Bids Hess Adieu

Lucas Duda just blasted one out of Whatever It’s Called Stadium, his second homer, meaning Club Hessman loses yet another temporary member. Population of One Met Homer Village: 69 again.

If only it was ’69 again.

In other updating-type news, the war of attrition has claimed another victim: Bobby Parnell, out for the season with inflammation and […]

Mets Yearbook: 1973

There are two relief pitchers we’ve written about quite a bit in 2010. One is the incumbent closer, whose recent actions have gotten everybody’s attention. It also appears to have gotten him a torn ligament. Francisco Rodriguez, anger management candidate and apparent genius, messed up his right thumb while (allegedly) messing up his girlfriend’s father’s […]

Second Verse, Get the Mets a Hearse

Didn’t we just see this game?

Yeah, it took a couple of minutes longer to lose, the Mets gave up one fewer run, and the Giants’ starter didn’t go all the way. But other than that there wasn’t a lot of difference between tonight and Thursday night: The Mets’ starter looked awesome, his teammates holding bats […]

Move Over Daniel (Here Comes David)

Jonathon Niese endured. Ike Davis awoke. David Wright served the main course to one lucky Acela Club patron. The Florida Marlins learned that no one — and I mean no one —  comes into our house and pushes us around (hubris not applicable on final days of seasons). And while all this was going on, […]