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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 World Series Earns Its Wings

In the end, it was the year of the pitcher…one pitcher in particular. It was the year of Madison Bumgarner. The towering lefty won the 2014 World Series Wednesday night, accompanied by 24 San Francisco Giants, several of whom he couldn’t have done it without. The rest will likely stare down at their third shiny […]

We Now Return You to Your Regularly Scheduled Angst

Wow, the Red Sox won their first World Series at Fenway in 95 years!
Who’s gonna play first for us?

Unless Big Papi is holding a grudge against Kaiser Wilhelm, I suppose they can retire every last reference to 1918 up there.
None of the in-house candidates is remotely satisfactory.

Shame about Beltran not getting his ring.
Who’s gonna play […]

Long Live Next Season

It seems more than a trophy and some t-shirts should be at stake when you wear the title “World Champions”. I wanna see some real consequences, some real responsibilities. So, San Francisco Giants — if you are indeed championing all of us in this world, what the hell are you going to do about this […]

’99 Faltered, But Dotel Ain’t Done

The “we” and the “us” was not at all out of line, nevertheless I found it surprising how much Octavio Dotel engaged in first-person plural pronouns when interviewed after the St. Louis Cardinals won the 2011 World Series. He hasn’t been a Cardinal much longer than he’s been most anything else in the big leagues, […]

This Night Won't Last Forever

The grizzled cabbie craned his neck out of the taxi window to survey the madhouse on Market Street. San Francisco’s busiest downtown boulevard, even on normal days, was teeming with thousands of jubilant Giant followers. Car horns were honking. Orange and black confetti was fluttering from the windows above. Strangers were shaking hands, then embracing. […]

Elimination Day Has Been Postponed

Mike Burke was president of New York’s American League entry in 1969. When its National League counterpart clinched its first division title, he sent this telegram to M. Donald Grant:

Congratulations on being number one. Am rooting for you to hang in there and take all the marbles. As a New Yorker I am ecstatic, as […]

Those Magnificent Bastards & The Rest of Us

For the ones who aren't jerks; for the ones who didn't just find out about baseball; for the ones who honestly understand what a gift this is; for the ones like the men in their fifties I ran into outside of Shea after the last Sunday game between us in September 2007 who were too […]

World Series Done, No Monkeys Flung

The weird part about the way the 2007 World Series ended, specifically after the World Series of the past half-dozen years, was seeing no monkeys flung from anyone’s back, no albatross peeled from around anyone’s neck, no donuts, no bagels, no bupkis filled up or filled in, no getting off the schneid.

This wasn’t some eternally […]

As the Cardinals Celebrated

I’ll never know if she saw me. Probably not. But in that moment, all the bad memories, all the things I’d ever wanted to say to her, it all came flooding back.

My first impulse was to run over there, pound on her window and demand that she admit she tore down those posters and lied […]

The Night Chicago Thrived

When life turns harsh again on the South Side, when Ozzie Guillen has worn out his welcome, when Joe Crede can't cut it anymore, when Juan Uribe's asking price is viewed as exorbitant, when Bobby Jenks can't find the plate, when A.J. Pierzynski becomes completely intolerable, when Jermaine Dye is hitting .227, when Freddy Garcia […]