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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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The Grudge Report

Todd Frazier is officially a Met! Which means Mike Moustakas isn’t! News like this demands exclamation points late in an ellipsis kind of winter.

Yet I am delighted enough to punctuate with enthusiasm, not so much because Frazier is a name-brand free agent who’s signed for only two years (I generally fall for those, regardless of […]

Sunday Night at the Metsies (Part I)

Coming this Sunday night: The favorite football team of many (if not all) Mets fans, playing for the championship of its sport.

Coming NO Sunday night in 2012, as far as we know right now: The favorite baseball team of all Mets fans, playing for anything…not even to get us closer to 2013.

ESPN released its preliminary […]

Here's to the Winners, Losers & DVD

Congratulations to the five Faith and Fear in Flushing readers who each won a copy of Baseball’s Greatest Games: 1986 World Series Game 6 from A&E Home Entertainment in association with MLB Productions. These five industrious fellows answered a quiz issued last Tuesday to coincide with the 25th anniversary of what was then indisputably the greatest World […]

Closing Time (Closers Optional)

You may recall that the one element Bobby Cox always lacked as he led the Braves through their almost endless divisional dynasty was a certifiable steel-toed, kick-ass closer. He was never able to hand the ball to a National League version of Mariano Rivera — not that there are too many of him lying around […]