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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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To Sign Santana: $37,144,142 Per Annum?

Faith and Fear reader Steve Rogers wasn’t suggesting a yearly compensation package to satisfy the demands of Johan Santana when he visited the Ritz-Carlton in San Juan. He was, of course, showing off the only four (for now) retired numbers in Mets history on his FAFIF t-shirt (click here to get yours), giving it, as […]

The First 89% of the Offseason Isn't Always the Most Important Part

Johan Santana has a career record of 93-44. He has a career ERA of 3.22, amassed in a league where they ought to have a keg behind second base. He has struck out 1,381 guys in 1308.2 innings. He has two Cy Young awards on his shelf. He led the American League in strikeouts in […]

Hold Your Breath

The Mets and Twins have agreed on a trade for Johan Santana. This is not a drill. The Mets and Twins have agreed on a trade for Johan Santana. Repeat, this is not a drill.

According to USA Today (link provided immediately by brkpsu), the deal is three promising pitching prospects — Kevin Mulvey, Phil Humber, […]

The Two Ballparks You Meet in Heaven

These two, they’re stuck together whether they want to be or not. Make no mistake: they do not. They were sworn enemies in the last life yet nowadays share psychic space that has become all too real to them. In one sense, they are no longer with us. In another, more significant sense, they have […]

Not His Game

Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales From The Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 358 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.

8/12/93 Th Atlanta 2-4 Gooden 11 35-42 […]

Will Rogers Follies: Meet The Never Mets

Johan Santana might yet become a Met. Yet he might not. Feels like he's already been here, won a couple of Cy Youngs, blew out his arm, started Games 1, 4 & 7 in the World Series, cost us an entire Gold Glove outfield and half a rotation and made us very glad/very sad we […]

Think Endy, Think Catch

The recent passings of Jim Beauchamp and Don Cardwell demonstrate the power of association by distillation. They both had long and distinguished careers in the Majors but it is the instinct of the fan to boil it all down remember them for the one or two things they did on your team.

Beauchamp? He good-naturedly gave […]

Best. Catch. And. Card. Ever.

I’m a little fuzzy on why more baseball cards don’t portray players executing their signature moments. I was extraordinarily delighted when Jason sent me Upper Deck No. 381 from its 2007 set last spring. If you’re gonna get an Endy Chavez, you might as well get the Endy Chavez. We have him, incidentally, for two more years. We […]

Filling In Nicely

Jim Beauchamp, wearing the number he was issued when 24suddenly needed to be ripped off his shirt, indeed did some fancy pinch-hitting as a 1973 National League Champion Met, landing on base at a .325 clip when called off the bench and into action by Yogi Berra. Ken Boswell lost his second base job to Felix […]

Elder Statesman Personified

In the 1968 yearbook, Don Cardwell doesn’t quite look like he’s thrilled to be here, but inside of two seasons, he had every reason in the world to be satisfied with what must have seemed like exile to baseball purgatory. Traded to the perennially lousy Mets before 1967, he earned the Opening Day start (kid named […]