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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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DeGrom Before the Storm

All-Star Jacob deGrom got taken deep by All-Star Mike Trout in the third inning of Tuesday night’s All-Star Game. Regrettable outcome, as was the final score, but somehow everybody was elevated by the experience. Trout doesn’t need much more elevation, except for maybe a deep postseason run or two so […]

When Recent Proves Relative

Hey now and forever, Michael Conforto, you’re an All-Star, no matter how your league got its game on, no matter that there was a decent case to be made for at least two other players from your team getting your spot. But never mind that Jacob deGrom was the most stellar Met of the first […]

The Meaningful Exhibition Game

Do you remember R.A. Dickey shutting down the Mets last June in Toronto and then letting it be known he was pitching a couple of days after his father’s death? Taking the ball was something his manager, John Gibbons, said he felt he had to do. That stayed with me in light of my father […]

Nasty Boy

I’m still kvelling from Jacob deGrom in the All-Star Game last night. Seriously. I should be more upset that the National League did not uphold the honor of the essentially meaningless midseason exhibition (home field, schmome field; Mets in five), but p’shaw! to that. A decision for Jacob would have been swell and an MVP […]

The Derek Jeter All-Star Break

They shoved Derek Jeter’s final All-Star appearance so far down our throats that it induced nausea. Or NAU2EA.

We were complicit, at least those among us who clicked or punched his name a composite 3,928,422 times out of desire or obligation to see the perennially underexposed shortstop at last get a little prime-time promotion. None of […]

So You're Sure You Wanted Baseball Back?

Last Sunday I was at Citi Field for the Futures Game, and for the first time in forever I kept score, thinking that a decade from now the scorecard might be pretty amazing, with unknown last names whose first names I didn’t know having turned into acclaimed last names whose first names I didn’t need […]

When Kingmen Meet

Among our regular and recurring commenters over the years, we’ve had readers who’ve identified themselves in their screen names with an array of Mets from 1962’s Ray Daviault to 2005’s Mike Jacobs. But no one has been more steadfast in his support of a particular Met than a Faith and Fear commenter you’ve seen grace […]

The Twinkle In Our Eyes

The 2013 All-Star Game is barely over and I’ve already forgotten all but its most salient details:

• Tom Seaver threw out the first pitch, looking as robust as ever.

• Matt Harvey went two scoreless, settling down after two shaky batters, no thanks to his catcher Yadier Molina who’s supposed to be so valuable at that […]

The Stars Are Ours This Week

Perhaps I need to be more cynical, but I’m genuinely excited that All-Star Week is upon us and around us. Is it called All-Star Week? I can’t believe it’s not. I assume it’s trademarked and MLB is cashing in on it.

MLB will be cashing in off me in two scoops when I visit FanFest twice. […]

A Good Year to Honor Ron Hunt

The Mets tell us things in dribs and drabs. Like who’s gonna fill out the starting rotation. Like who’s gonna be in the outfield. Like what they’ll be giving away besides the occasional late-inning lead.

The franchise that keeps as low a profile as possible in winter (no fanfest, no caravan, as little noticeable effort at […]