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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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First Reaction, Second Reaction

First reaction: We endured more than we won. And man were the other guys dopey.

If Miguel Montero doesn’t drop the ball at home plate on Josh Satin’s single with one out in the ninth, Marlon Byrd is out by seven or eight feet and we probably lose in regulation and mutter a lot. Up one […]

A Real Cliffdweller

Well, that was inconclusive.

I would love to exult in a thrilling Mets victory or, barring that, dissect a frustrating Mets loss. Instead, let’s just all stare out the window and wait for 6:10 PM, for we have ourselves a suspended game, something I don’t know the Mets have had at home since Ed Kranepool couldn’t […]

Helping Our Own Cause

They walked on Ninth Avenue, with Harvey and the two friends in front, his sister and her husband behind them. When they arrived at the restaurant, his sister was laughing about what had just happened on the street. “Do you know how many people just did the second take on you?” she said to her […]

Two Games in One

Baseball games, like most series of events we sort into stories, can usually be made to fit into a narrative arc when things are finished. We were close but it was obvious all night we weren’t going to get any breaks. Man, you knew those leadoff walks were going to bite us in the hinder […]

Area Team Looks Hard, Finds Way to Lose

Bruce Springsteen once advised you can’t start a fire without a spark. Monday night and Tuesday morning, there was no spark in Marlins Park. And for several days before, there was no yield at Citi Field. The Mets can’t get anything going in any sense anywhere. They are stuck in place…fourth place, to be precise, […]

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 […]

Dispatches from the Bubble

Top Mets brass has descended on Miami for the final series of the year. It’s a shame minority owner Bill Maher isn’t among the traveling party. One of Maher’s recurring features on his HBO program, Real Time, is “Dispatches From the Bubble,” wherein some politician is spotlighted asserting fact-like talking points that are pretty clearly […]

Exhausting

Goodness is it ever exhausting being a Mets fan sometimes.

On Thursday night, when the Phillies had finished administering a 16-1 pasting of the Mets, Terry Collins accused his team of quitting — or rather, he let his refusal to say they hadn’t quit indicate rather clearly that he thought they had.

On Friday afternoon, horribly but […]

Same Quit, Different Day

In five years’ time, we’ve gone from being officially eliminated behind a starting pitcher who gallingly showed no emotion when his historically miserable first inning sealed our doom, to being officially eliminated behind a starting pitcher whose emotional brittleness over his historically miserable first inning was uncomfortably apparent.

Either way, the Mets were dead then and […]

Check Your Voice Mail, Terry

There was a celebration in one clubhouse at Citi Field Friday night, where somebody actually found something unusual in beating the Mets. Houston’s interim manager Tony DeFrancesco — not to be confused with ’70s heartthrob Tony DeFranco of “Heartbeat (It’s A Love Beat)” fame — had just won his first game as a major league […]