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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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Fun and Won (No 'Despite')

I went to the game Saturday, had a great time and the Mets won. Oh, how I’ve been waiting what seems like ages to say that.

No “despite” need be spoken. Nobody has to say, “Despite the way the game turned out, I had a really great time.” That’s the sort of thing I’ve been saying […]

Right Now I'm Tired

Annie, I’ve got a lot of time to hear your theories, and I want to hear every damn one of them. But now I’m tired, and I don’t want to think about baseball and I don’t want to think about quantum physics. I don’t want to think about nothing. I just want to be. — […]

Brace Yourselves

In the bottom of the second inning last night, the umpires made R.A. Dickey cut two small friendship bracelets off the wrist of his glove hand — bracelets his daughters had given to him in January, before he climbed Mount Kilimanjaro.

Yes really.

My suspicions — and those of probably every other Mets fan — immediately focused […]

Somebody's Favorite

First off, a fearless prediction: R.A. Dickey is not going to win the Cy Young award.

He’ll be deserving — he’s got a good chance to lead the league in strikeouts and maybe wins, and he’ll be up there among the ERA leaders. And I have no doubt that he’ll be mentioned alongside Ryan Vogelsong and […]

Not Very Badass

Out in Section 106, where a couple of Mets fans willing to plop down in seats about 18 rows behind where they were assigned could spread out and enjoy the night if they ignored the fundamental awfulness of the main attraction, Stephanie made one of the most astute observations of the season that used to […]

You Wright Up My Life

That’s what All-Stars are for, eh? One belts two homers, each with a man or more on, and the other pitches fairly deep if not particularly stylishly — but it’s been established we don’t care about style points when wins are going wanting.

And boy have we been wanting a win for the longest time.

The last […]

No Pony In Sight

There’s an old joke about an inveterate optimist and a pile of horse manure, the punch line of which is, “There’s gotta be a pony in there somewhere.” And indeed, you’d think that after the last 18 innings of steaming, redolent folderol in Atlanta, the least the Mets would be able to pull out of […]

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

Good job, fellow National Leaguers! Hurrah, everybody but the Marlins (since they didn’t help)! And what the hell…competent handling of a starting lineup that outperformed its credentials, retired wormlike manager we never need to look at again!

Graciousness doesn’t always come easy when you’re used to rooting against so many of those who constitute “your team” […]

CelebR.A.te, CelebWright

It’s tempting to overindulge in Metsopotamian indignation over the National League starting lineup’s two most gallingly glaring deficiencies, but instead I’ll defer to William DeVaughn’s judgment, circa 1974.

Just be thankful for what you’ve got.

David Wright, as previously discussed, should be starting at third in the All-Star Game. Instead he’s backing up a nickname who was […]

That's What You Get When You Fall In Love

Games like these make you want to kiss the Mets logo smack between the “e” and the “t”…though maybe it would be more appropriate to kiss its “s,” considering it was Thursday’s tail end that made the whole thing so lovable.

There were enough isolated incidents across the 8½ innings that preceded this happiest of endings […]