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Jason Fry and Greg Prince
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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The Bottom Line

My co-blogger is a wise man. And as a wise man, one bit of baseball wisdom he's finally gotten through my fool head is this: Style points don't matter.

From a statistical standpoint, that was a pretty unsatisfying two out of three. Ice-cold bats, poor situational hitting, runners not moved up, and the heretofore anonymous pitchers [...]

People Get Ready, Johnny Is Coming

Was thinking this Monday night in the blissfully cheap seats and then stuffed a sock in it so as not to jinx the protagonist, but since he finished April undefeated and practically untouched, here goes:

And warming up in the bullpen, the starting pitcher for the National League, number thirty-three from the New York Mets…

One year [...]

Move Over Angel Hernandez

Maybe you remember a game between the Pirates and the Yankees from two years ago, the one Jason Giambi won with a tenth-inning home run, signifying his return to the good graces of his loyal fans in the Bronx after he apologized for nothing in particular. Don't know if you recall the circumstances that sent [...]

How You Know April's Almost Over

You know because a loss like last night's induces something in between annoyance and seething.

Earlier in April each game still feels a bit like a pleasant surprise, a way to resume the proper rhythms of life after a long winter. Earlier in April, if Shawn Green failed to advance Moises Alou from second as the [...]

Foul Territory

I do not care for RFK Stadium, its short-term tenants, its deceptive power alleys, its resident closer, its proximity to potentially devastating news, its vast acreage from foul line to stands, its weird whammy on visiting baserunners, its Friday night blight on the Mets.

I do not like the Nationals in their house.

I do not like [...]

Anything Less Than the Best is a Felony

If it’s the final Friday of the month, then it’s the fourth installment of the special Top 10 Songs of All-Time edition of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

In early September 1990, I didn’t know two things that would be quite clear to everybody else by late October 1990.

1) Buddy Harrelson’s boys — [...]

Lying Out There Like a Killer in the Sun

Bedrock baseball wisdom is that you don't look ahead. Not to the next series, not to the next game, not to the next inning, not even to the next batter. You keep the focus on this play, this pitch, and the good lord willing, things will work out. (Thanks, Crash.)
That said, have you seen our [...]

Our Cocky Icons

Three of the cockiest icons in Mets history have each crossed the path of the Mets fan who's been paying attention these last 24 hours.
1) Pedro Martinez. Tells the AP he's gonna be back…back in the New York groove in the second half of this year and feel like he did when it was great [...]

Rockslide

Oh that baseball, it is a funny game. One night it's as tense as can be. The next afternoon, it is ludicrous. A laugher for one team, an entity lacking humor for the other.
Joke's on us this time. When your best chance to stay competitive is to send Ramon Castro from first to home with [...]

Squeals & Echoes

Have you ever squealed in the literal sense? An honest-to-goodness squeal? Like a pig?

Have you ever pursed your lips and let out an “oooh!” like you were really amazed?

Have you ever reflexively combined a squeal and an “oooh!” again and again? It might sound something like this…

SQUOOOH! SQUOOH! SQUOOH! SQUOOH!

That was me when Endy put [...]