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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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Catch a Catcher Cameo

True confession time: Your recapper earns no accolades for being an attentive student of the game Wednesday night, dozing off before the conclusion of Game 1 (“Did they lose?” I asked Emily when roused) and remaining groggy and befuddled for a good chunk of Game 2. Just as well, since I figure we don’t particularly […]

That Man Again

If you’d like some good news from Sunday’s 4-3 loss to the Cardinals, there’s this: Somehow, we’ve reached a juncture where the idea that Jason Vargas might be absent from duty is a cause for concern instead of mild relief.

That sounds like a dig but isn’t — Vargas has been genuinely good of late, a […]

Edwin, Jeurys and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

I put off writing the recap of Friday night’s Mets baseball — the completion of Thursday’s suspended game and Friday’s regularly scheduled contest with the Cardinals — in hopes that a night’s sleep would take the sting out of it.

Oh ha ha ha ha ha.

Nope, in the clear light of morning it hurts just as […]

Life in the Smudge

The Mets don’t actually travel the earth with a black cloud over their heads, but it sure does seem that way sometimes.

From Zack Wheeler to Hansel Robles to Yoenis Cespedes, Monday night’s game was one stomach punch after the other, almost as if baseball was trying to point out the folly of continuing to subject ourselves […]

To the Break With a Thud

Last games before All-Star breaks are an intriguing subgenre. I can clearly remember the Mets going out on high notes that were microcosms of the momentum they rode as first halves closed. You don’t want the pause in the schedule, you don’t want the bats put away, you can’t wait to get back to baseball […]