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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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Penultimate Weekend Wrapup

• The Mets lost, 5-2, at Citizens Bank Park on Sunday night, completing a weekend in which there was a definitive milestone of futility planted every step along the way. Sunday’s wasn’t as momentous as clinching a losing record (Thursday), being mathematically eliminated from postseason contention (Friday) or assuring the 2023 Mets would drop further […]

Sports Remain Undefeated

On March 11, 2020, as the world was grinding to a halt, I tuned in for the final minutes of the Knicks and Hawks on MSG, essentially the last game in town. I sucked up every remaining bounce of the basketball, understanding that there was about to be no more action of its kind televised […]

Ambassador Wright

David Wright as Mets captain? Don’t be silly. David Wright’s not a captain. David Wright’s an ambassador.

David Wright puts the Mets’ best foot forward. David Wright makes everybody feel good about the Mets, including all those new Mets to whom he shows apartments, restaurants and the ropes.

David Wright represents the Mets in other places, even […]

Madness Amid March Met Mundanity

If you can handle a brief diversion from achy players and tetchy managers (not to mention defendant owners), it overjoys me to report that in a rare March game that counted and got my attention, it was USF 65 Cal 54 Wednesday night in Dayton. Really, it was more like Silent Cal, as they trailed your University […]

Parnell as Closer: No Bull

Your USF Bulls had just seen their hard-earned lead trimmed to three points in the final minute of the fourth quarter when Notre Dame attempted an onside kick. It was still a longshot, but if they recovered, then the Irish would have the ball around their own 45 and if everything were to go spookily […]

My Bulls, My Gosh

 

Anthony Crater, No. 10, presumably in tribute to Rusty Staub.

My alma mater won’t see the Big Dance. It will be lucky to see a square dance. I’m guessing that by this time tomorrow, all they’ll be seeing is the plane home to Tampa. But by gum, after trailing Villanova by 16 […]

Touch 'Em All, Bulls

Move over, Joe Carter. The University of South Florida Bulls’ 27-3 romp over the Northern Illinois Huskies in the 2010 International Bowl has supplanted the 1993 Toronto Blue Jays’ walkoff World Series win as the greatest moment in SkyDome/Rogers Centre history.

Why, it’s even better than the time Ken Huckaby took out Derek Jeter at third […]

Five Yearbooks, No Waiting

Tomorrow, Saturday, January 2, looms as one of the finest days and happiest New Year’s greetings in sports broadcasting history. After your USF Bulls gore the Northern Illinois Huskies in the much-awaited International Bowl at noon on ESPN2 (it’s on ESPN2 because it’s twice as big a deal as any bowl on ESPN), switch to […]

Casey Stengel Also Had Many Admirers in St. Pete

Best Metlike score one could hope for on December 20:

Your University of South Florida Bulls 41

Other Team from Wherever 14

That’s the final in the surprisingly prestigious magicJack St. Petersburg Bowl, played Saturday at a briefly reconfigured Tropicana Field — a multipurpose stadium whose purposes are baseball and football, you say? — up the road apiece […]

Not Bad

Today was the day when, in Met terms, I joined the numerical ranks of Tug McGraw and Pedro Martinez and latter-day John Franco when he was at his most lovable. Today, after a lifetime of being no older than 44, I wear a 45 on my back.

I seem to recall a conversation between Lou Grant […]