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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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A Less-Than-Impressive Milestone

Opening Day is, needless to say, the finest on the calendar. That’s true even if you’re a fan of a bad team, or one whose best-case scenario comes down to “can assemble some of the pieces required for a better future.”

The second game of the season, though, might be even nicer than Opening Day. The […]

Roy Story 2

The Mets taking it to Roy Halladay is a great thing. I’m not sure that’s who they beat up Monday night, however.

That couldn’t have been the Roy Halladay who gave the Mets and the rest of the National League fits in 2010 and 2011 after owning the American League for years prior. This was the […]

Hapless Fifth Anniversary

Crazy how the baseball schedule sometimes does this:

On Thursday afternoon, August 30, 2012, the New York Mets finished a series with the Philadelphia Phillies at Citizens Bank Park.

On Thursday afternoon, August 30, 2007, the New York Mets finished a series with the Philadelphia Phillies at Citizens Bank Park.

The circumstances surrounding the respective one-run losses that […]

Hey, It's Baseball

In lost seasons — a subject about which we’re now experts — this is the toughest time. The dreams of contention are gone, and you’ve worked through the disbelief and the anger and come round to acceptance. Yet nobody’s moved on yet. The veterans who have shown themselves to be past their shelf life are […]

Welcome to the Broom Town

Sweeping the Phillies in Philadelphia sure is fun, isn’t it? Sweeping anybody anywhere is a fine half-week’s work, but taking it to this bunch — the portion of it presently standing, at any rate — in that place?

Sublime!

The Phillies aren’t quite what they’ve been in the era encompassing August 2007 and everything after. That, of […]

Frisking Through the Fog of Orr

To understand that headline, go back a day and read my partner’s rather awesome post about Monday night’s instant Mets Classic.

Monday night’s game — forever to be recalled fondly, except in the Papelbon household, as the Jordany Valdespin Game — was a tense, taut affair, about as beautiful as a baseball game can be. Confronted […]

It's a Marvelous Night for a Grave Dance

I’ve been kind of busy drinking and dancing this weekend, and speaking of which…

Mets fans!
There’s no need to feel down
I said, Mets fans!
Pick yourself off the ground
I said, Mets fans!
‘Cause in one silly town
There’s nobody very happy

Mets fans!
There’s some games you can watch
I said, Mets fans!
With no kick to the crotch
You can sit back!
And I’m […]

Briefly Not Loathing the Cardinals

The Cardinals keep drawing well in the intolerability seedings. No way under most circumstances imaginable would I have pulled for them to have captured the Wild Card, but their opponent was the Braves. Advantage: Cardinals. After they clinched that, I thought I couldn’t possibly have pulled for them to capture their current NLDS. But their […]

Saying Farewell (for Now)

The Mets are playing a day-night doubleheader, and so are we: My take on the day game will be followed by Greg’s report on the nightcap.

The Mets’ late-season swoon has annoyed me of late, but the morning still found me down in the dumps. Joshua and I were headed to Citi Field for our last […]

It's Still Surly

Saturday’s was the first game of 2011 to leave me in Angry Bird/flipping bird mode when it was done, which seems awfully late considering much of this season’s first month was pockmarked by ugly Met losses. There were isolated incidences of ire through April, but they were usually situational, such as “how the fuck did […]