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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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'Ee's a Jonah, He Is'

I spent the last five days in Chicago, getting my Star Wars on at McCormick Place and in the hotel bar. So my Mets attention was fitful and scattershot. I saw news of the first night’s events in amazing seats behind the plate at Wrigley Field (plenty of good options available when it’s still frigid), […]

Dreaming of Doing It

“When you’re dating,” Shrevie (Daniel Stern) advised Eddie (Steve Gutenberg) in 1982’s Diner, “everything is talking about sex. Where can we do it? Why can’t we do it? Are you parents gonna be out so we can do it?” I was having conversations like those in 1982, though my “it” was usually different from the […]

Not Free Enough

I thought it was swell that the Mets told those of us who held rain checks from Saturday’s soggy yet official game against the Braves that we could come back to Citi Field and trade them in for shiny new tickets to Monday night’s game against the Nationals.  And I had a half a mind […]

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 […]