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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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Bumps in the Night

Monday night’s game against the always delightful Marlins in always delightful New Soilmaster Stadium unfolded as your recapper and family made their way from coastal Maine to an ancient inn outside of Boston, and the game kept morphing and changing shape along with our situation and surroundings.

While we were bombing down 95 south of Portland […]

Moments Historic, Teachable and Risible

“Why is Howie talking about LBJ? I wonder if that means … oh.”

It was quite a way to find out about the latest election-year earthquake, with the news delivered via MLB Audio a second after we tuned in while scooting around midcoast Maine with friends on the final day of this year’s summer residency. Discovering […]

A Middling Case of Met Lag

So the Mets came home fresh off a heady, game-saving final play by Luis Torrens … and looked pretty much like the Mets we increasingly have no interest in watching.

Francisco Alvarez returned from the IL, which seemed heartening, and Tylor Megill pitched well in the early innings against the Marlins, looking like a young hurler […]

You Can Almost Admire It

It wasn’t raining Tuesday night. The problem was one of tenses — not what was happening weather-wise but what had happened. It wasn’t raining, but it had rained. Considerably. Considerably as in “enough that they give the concentration of rain a proper name and track it over the ocean like it’s an invasion fleet.”

An amount […]